“Honey, you were spending a lot of time with your boyfriend. Everyone knew. Carl knew what you and Dimas were to each other. He didn’t like it, but he really couldn’t say anything could he? I mean really when you think about it, you went to a few tournaments only throughout year. That’s what? Four days or so for each tournament, like five or six times a year? How many times did you stay with Carl at the house?”
Hunter’s face flushed. He probably hadn’t stayed more than six times in the year at the house when Carl was there. He normally joined Carl on the road. He had wondered why Carl never questioned where he spent his time. Carl kept Hunter on a small allowance, and he never bugged Carl for money. Dimas, the generous boyfriend, and he lived a pretty simple life on endorsements and small tournament wins in Orlando, two hours, three hours tops from Ponte Vedra.
“So Carl knew all this time?”