Hunter juggled his luggage and the bouquet of flowers as he slid the key into the lock and pushed the door open. The kitchen light cast a glow out into the foyer. He dropped his bag quietly on the floor just inside the door by the small table in the entryway where he set the key. He shut the door behind him and flipped the lock back into place. Everything looked just as he remembered it. The large bunches of fake tropical flowers stood tall in copper floor vases in varying sizes, the light colored stone tile offset the walls that were rich with shades of teal, and bamboo covered the lower half of the walls. He toed off his canvas tennis shoes and left them by hers near the front door. Sand was gritty under his feet and he smiled as he made his way into the kitchen to his left. A spear gun sat on the table, the wicked looking spears sitting on the counter, tips sticking out of a towel. Seeing them made his chest swell with a toxic mix of pride and panic. She loved the ocean, only took what she ate, and never killed simply for sport.
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