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"I'et dressed herself in soainst her blonde hair She applied her makeup quickly like a pro, and within half an hour, ere out the door and into her little Austin on our way to the waterfront where I would once again try to get past the bouncer

By the tier than before and so Amy and I stood at the end and talked while aited for the line toThe place was popular and was one of the in-spots on a weekend night

The weather ar from the depths of the club made my heart rate increase What would Hunter think when he saw me? Would he even be there or would this be a total waste of time?

By the tiot to the front of the line, the bouncer looked us over and nize ed clothes

We entered the building and e and then went inside The EDM was blaring, the fogon the dance floor and laser lights bounced off the walls

Amy turned to host

I hadn't seen a ghost

I'd seen Hunter

Hunter Saint TheIrish Saint Brothers, they were called by those in the business

All six feet four inches of gorgeous Hunter Saint

There he sat on a sofa on a raised dais in the rear of the huge roos spread, surveying the club like he owned the world Beside hi forward, his elbows resting on his knees He was speaking to Hunter and Hunter nodded occasionally, lifting a glass of soe to his mouth every now and then On the sofa beside Hunter sat a beautiful blonde and her friend, ere leaning close and talking to each other

She , a surge of jealousy filled me

Hunter looked just as drop-dead hunky as the last ti that could disguise that fair skin, pale blue eyes with thick lashes and chiseled features Impossibly handsome with a touch of boyish beauty that made my heart skip a beat

Pretty Boy Saint was his nicknaer, before he finished his MBA and joined the Marines

The last time I saw him at the funeral for Sean, Hunter was still in the Marines and had his hair buzzed so short on the sides you could see his scalp Whitewalls the Marines called it