Chapter 12

They both hugged June goodbye. Dimas caught June whispering to Hunter that she liked Dimas and wished they could’ve stayed for the holiday.

They were soon slowly driving past the little mansions of Ponte Vedra, but it wasn’t until they saw a sign that read, “Leaving St. Johns County,” that Hunter talked about dinner. “I’m sorry about dinner. I thought he’d be more pleasant.”

“You weren’t at all surprised at dinner how he acted. It was like you expected it.”

“My mom said he’s been drinking a lot lately. More than usual. He hasn’t won a major in a few years. And the endorsements aren’t going to him like they used to. So money’s been tight.”

Dimas nodded, his hands on the steering wheel. “He doesn’t have to treat you like shit though. He should be more supportive.” Dimas bit his lip. “I guess this is when I tell you that I lied. My parents aren’t coming to town.”

“I figured.”

“So you went along?”