Guess she made an impression on him that he came all this way and wasted his time for days waiting for her.
“You’re finding humor in this, aren’t you?” Hunter asked.
“Totally,” she said. “I’m going to steal this move for a book. I’ve got to.”
“Why am I not surprised? I wondered what you’d think of him doing this and I laughed and said he wouldn’t be prepared for your thoughts.”
She giggled. “I’m never even prepared for my thoughts. They pop up at the oddest times.”
“I’ve got his number if you want it,” Hunter said.
“Ahhh, yeah. You know what? Better yet, why don’t you give me his room number? I want to surprise him.”
“You know I can’t do that,” Hunter said. “Just like I couldn’t give him your information, even if you were an employee.”
Emma frowned. “Come on, Hunter. Be a sport. It’s not like I’m some stalker. If anything, that could be him.”
“You’re not making your case any better,” Hunter said drily.
Since she had no claim to The Retreat. It’s not like she could ask anyone to give her that information. Or even get access to the software to find it.
Nor would she push Hunter.
“I know. Maybe I’ll go surprise him.” She looked down at what she was wearing. It was what she slept in. “I need to shower. I haven’t yet.”
“Are you kidding me?”
“Nope,” she said. “I rolled out of bed and started to work. I told you things pop into my head at all times.” She ran her tongue around her teeth. “I don’t think I even brushed my teeth this morning. No wonder my coffee didn’t taste the same.”
“Ugh, Emma, that’s nasty.”
“Hey,” she said. “I live alone. Except for Lucky. He doesn’t care.”
“Huh?” Hunter asked. “Who is Lucky?”
“My kitten,” she said.
“I didn’t know you had a cat,” Hunter said. “And you know what? That is going to be a long story, so I don’t need to know. I’ll text you Warren’s number after you answer me this.”
“What?” she asked.
“What were you doing for hours in a private room with him last weekend at the casino?”
“He brought that up?” she asked, her jaw dropping in a massive smile.
“Yes,” Hunter said.
“We were playing ask and answer.”
Hunter groaned. “Never mind. I don’t want to know that either.”
She laughed. “Don’t be so stuffy. Kayla broke you of that habit. You know how I get with questions.”
“You were grilling him on his career and hestillwants to spend time with you?” Hunter asked.
“No,” she said, waving her hand. Not that Hunter could see her motion. “We were talking about movies and books and things like that. We both had to answer the same question asked. It was so much fun.”
“If you say so,” Hunter said.
