Neal hoped to meet Hunter in the room he stayed, but when he saw him disappear into his study he halted. The room gives him chills. He took a deep breath and entered the place and closed the door behind.
Hunter was pacing behind his table with one hand in his pants packet and one hand holding a cigarette. His shirt was untucked and a few buttons unbuttoned at the top. If frustration has a figure, that would be Hunter.
“Care to tell me what the hell are you doing here?” Hunter asked fiercely. The malice in his voice made Neal flinch, though he wanted to snort at the question. This man held him hostage like less than a week ago, and not to mention what happened between them. Now he doesn’t want to see him anymore?
He wanted to know everything, but more than anything he wants to know what made them look like this. He could say the man hasn’t slept for days. He saw him smoke only two times and both times he was so frustrated and furious.