Chapter 93: What P.K Stands For

Poppy watched as he went to the bar and placed their order, noticing the way his jeans hugged his shapely behind. He’d changed out of the blue chambray shirt he’d been wearing earlier. Now he had on a crisp white western-style shirt that fastened with pearlescent snaps. The long sleeves had been rolled up to reveal muscular forearms flecked with dark hair.

As he returned, her eyes snapped up to his, and again she saw amusement there. She drew her cardigan around herself once again.

“Did you have a chance to look over the prospectus?” she asked. “I think you’ll find that it’s a great deal for you, Mr. McFall.”

He gave a sharp shake of his head. “I don’t want to talk about business.”

“Oh.” She blinked hard. “Oh. Alright then. I suppose we can speak about it later in the week.”

“Also, you have to drop the Mr. McFall stuff. I’m Hunter.”

She nodded slowly and reached out to shake his offered hand.