I’d thought it was funny, until the following week when he rang the bell at Mom’s house for Sunday night dinner. So I left him with my mother’s - she could scare away any man with her talks of babies and marriage - and flew back home. After a whirlwind trip, he demanded a real phone number this time. A year later, Hunter and I met again at the birth of our friends’ baby. I thought about him often, but after my last relationship, I’d sworn off of charming, cocky, gorgeous-as-sin men. The next morning, I headed home to New York leaving him behind in California with the wrong number. But for some crazy reason, it had the opposite effect on me. His blunt, dirty mouth should’ve turned me off. Hunter held me tightly while we danced and suggested we explore the chemistry sparking between us. I caught the bouquet he caught the garter. Stealing glances at each other throughout the night, there was no denying an intense, mutual attraction. We met at a wedding - him sitting on the groom’s side, me sitting on the bride’s. My relationship with Hunter Delucia started backwards. From number one New York Times best seller Vi Keeland, comes a new, sexy standalone novel.
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