“I wonder who that is?” I said, glancing toward the hallway. “I’ll get it,” he replied, jumping up and heading from the room. I listened for a second and could hear him talking to someone. “Who is it?” I called. “No one,” he answered back. “Apparently I’m no one now,” Hunter said with a grumble as he entered the room, coming to sit on the other side of the couch. Clay stood in the entryway frowning at Hunter. “I didn’t invite him in, Cami.” “No, he didn’t,” Hunter said, glaring. “But it didn’t stop me from getting in here anyway, did it?” He glanced at me before picking up the remote and turning on the television. I had no idea what was going on. “Did you need something, Hunter?” “No.” He waved a noncommittal hand in the direction of Clay. “You two continue with whatever you were doing. I’ll just watch something.” “You don’t have a T.V. at your own house?” Clay asked, coming to sit between us. He wasn’t happy at all. “I have three actually,”
