The ride back to the hotel was short, but enough time for the adrenaline rush from confronting Emma to start wearing off. And my heart to stop pounding. Hunter kept our fingers intertwined on his thigh, occasionally bringing my hand to his lips, a possessive gesture that somehow still made butterflies swirl in my stomach.

"You were incredible back there," he murmured, pride evident in his voice. "I've never seen you stand your ground like that. Unless you're having a go at me, that is."

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