Hunter waved a hand in front of her face, poking her out of her inattentiveness. Scarlett blinked and frowned. “What?” Across the table, Hunter eyed her. “What’s the matter with you this morning?” Disbelief had her wanting to stab him with her fork. “I was attacked last night, Hunter. I was nearly…” she trailed off, unable to put a name to what nearly happened. “I’m sorry I’m not cheerful enough for you.” His eyes closed and he grimaced. “Jesus, Red, I’m sorry.” But that wasn’t enough. “Where were you last night? Why did you leave me?” He opened his eyes and peered across the table at her. “I’m sorry!” “That isn’t good enough!” she snapped. “We never leave without telling the other. That’s our deal! You left me!” “I’m sorry!” he said again, louder, drawing heads in their direction.
