"Hungry?" he asked, glancing over at me. "We could get something to eat before we head home."

I nodded, suddenly aware of the hollow feeling in my stomach. I'd been so focused on the interview that I'd forgotten to eat since breakfast. "Starving, actually."

"There's that Italian place you like near the beach house." Hunter's lips curved into a smile. "One with garlic bread you'd kill for."

"Perfect." I squeezed his hand. "The babies want pasta."

Hunter chuckled, the sound warming me from ...