I almost choke. I never imagined that the man-whore known as Hunter could give a crap about any woman, let alone love one. I was with them on the yacht; he had his porn star, and she was with one of Jake’s twin friends. Neither seemed to care that the other had a date.  

“I’m not in love with her; she just makes me crazy.” He retorts, pacing away and then back again as though he’s unsure how to behave.  

“Scared. I think that’s the word you’re looking for,” ...