Chapter 8

Hunter paused in the doorway and beamed at me. He was a big man who looked like he should have been on the football field taking down offensive linemen rather than helping wealthy women change the décor of their living rooms, but he was also the sweetest-tempered person I’d ever met. And he was damned good at what he did. In fact, I wanted to be him when I grew up.

“Finish up those vases, all right?”

“Yes, Hunter.”

He took Ham into his office and closed the door, and I sighed again and went back to work.

But that was meeting number two.

And so it went: he’d come into the shop, greet me, and tease me. It almost felt as if he was flirting with me, but I couldn’t let myself even consider that someone as gorgeous as he would be interested in a sophomore at Armand U. Or a junior, as I was now.