It didn’t take long for me to realize that I didn’t like the look on her face. It made me feel things that I didn’t want to. I couldn’t remember the last time a woman had ever looked at me like that. Even Maggie never looked at me the way that she did right now.
There was hope and admiration coupled with a few other emotions that I couldn’t read. It scared me so much that I knew that I had to leave this room now before I did something incredibly stupid.
“I will not be home until tomorrow.” I said quietly as I slowly moved away from her.
The truth was that I didn’t need to leave for an entire day but I wanted to. I couldn’t stay tonight in the same bed with Isabella. The taste of her was still embedded in my mind and her scent was so strong that it blinded the rest of my senses.
“Where are you going?” She asked.
I looked away from her and walked over to the closet, where I had some weapons hidden. I couldn’t look at her anymore; it was almost painful for me.
“Where are you going?” She demanded from me again.
“I have some business to get down to. I’ll make sure that all of the maids tend to you while I’m gone.” I assured her.
The silence that followed bothered me. It bugged me to turn around and find out why she’d gotten so quiet all of a sudden but I decided that it was probably for the best.
When I was finished, I zipped up the bag and rushed for the door. I could see her looking at me from the corner of my eye and just like before, I wanted to turn and get one last long look at her but refrained from doling so. “I’ll see you when I’m back.”
***ISABELLA***
I watched as Hunter threw a bunch of bags inside his Jeep. I felt an ache in my chest watching him get ready to leave for an entire day. I wasn’t used to his home and now that he wouldn’t be here with me I felt a lot more uncomfortable than I already did. But more than any of that, I was worried for him. I knew the kind of work Hunter did.
It was dangerous and I could be saying goodbye to him forever without even knowing it.
The thought of that made me feel a lot worse than before. My reaction to Hunter, my feelings, the way my heart skipped a beat whenever he touched me, all of it gave me reason to believe that he was more to me than just my husband. I saw the way both my sisters acted towards their men and I felt like I was the same way when it came to Hunter … In fact, I believed that what I felt for him was even stronger.
These feelings that I felt for Hunter were what one would feel for their mate. But how could that be? Hunter’s true mate was dead and I could see in his eyes that part of him died with her. Then how could I feel exactly what a mate felt? Even if it were possible that I was his mate, a second chance mate, then why did he not share the same feelings as I did?
I saw the way he acted. He always wanted to get away from me. He acted like the sight of me brought him pain. That shouldn’t be the way in which he acts if I truly was his second chance mate. This left me to believe that I was just infatuated with the man. He did possess qualities to make a woman fall deeply for him. I was sure that if half of the women saw a gentle side to him opposed to his cold exterior, a lot of them would be head over heels in love with him.
“He will be back tomorrow.” Bruce said besides me. “You don’t have to look this worried.”
I glanced at the man with burning red cheeks. I hadn’t even realized that he was watching me while I basically stared at Hunter. “Will he be safe?”
Bruce looked taken aback by my question. “It’s Hunter Miller, the man can take care of himself Isabella. You obviously haven’t seen him in a fight as yet. Your husband is capable of taking down more than twenty men at the same time. I’ve seen him do it already, trust me, you have nothing to worry about.”
Hunter turned and saw Bruce speaking to me. His eyes narrowed as he slammed the Jeep door shut.
“Get some bags in.” He shouted at Bruce.
“I gotta say Isabella. Since you entered our lives, Hunter has been on my case recently. It may have something to do with that little flirt session you had going on earlier today.”
I flushed at his words. “I’m sorry.”
He laughed. “I know what you’re doing and it’s for a good cause, by all means go ahead.”
“Bruce.” Hunter growled.
Bruce threw his hands in the air and finally did as Hunter asked.
I studied Bruce’s words more closely. He knew what I was doing? Was it that obvious that I was trying to gain Hunter’s attention and make him jealous?
How many people in the house saw it already?
I lifted my gaze to where Hunter stood. His black hair glistened under the sun as he turned to me. I kept my head held high and tried to act the least bit bothered by him. His eyes briefly touched me before he started to fish in his pants for his keys. I felt a tug of my heart at the reminder that he was leaving for a day.
Before I could stop myself I was walking towards him. I saw the way his body became aware of my close proximity. His shoulders tensed and his lips pressed into a tight line.
I stopped a few inches away from him and he chose that moment to look down at me.
“I want to go with you.” I said before I could stop myself.
Hunter froze and I could tell that he wasn’t happy with my request.
“no.”
I crossed my arms over my chest and narrowed my eyes. “I said that I want to go, I do not want to stay here without you.”
“You’re not coming anywhere with me Isabella, it’s dangerous.”
“Dangerous?” I asked. “Do you forget that I’m from the council? I know what dangerous is like Hunter. I can take care of myself.”
“It’s still a no.”
I felt my temper rise at his constant dismissals. “fine. Do as you please but don’t expect me to waiting home here for you when you do decide to return home.”
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