Hunter’s POV

My grip tightened on the phone. “I see. My mistake then. Thanks.”

I hung up, a cold feeling settling in my stomach. She’d lied. Not a white lie, not an exaggeration. A complete fabrication about where she’d be tonight.

The whiskey burned going down as I finished it in one swallow. Was she with someone else? Was that what was going on? Or was I letting my imagination run wild because of some damn birth control pills and my own... complicated feelings?

Had she gotten ...