Chapter 20

Hunter knew the car was just a few yards away, but as he rushed to it, his foot caught on a bramble, which brought him to his knees. He skinned his hands as he went down. “Jesus,” he whispered…and then tensed. He could feel someone behind him, drawing closer. He was sure it wasn’t Ian. Hunter squeezed his eyes shut, muscles tensing, as he felt hot breath on his neck. He wanted to scream but had no voice.

He turned quickly.

And there was no one there. Only the blue skies and the treetops met his gaze. Hunter stood on awkward legs and looked around. There was no sign of anyone running through the woods either.

It’s just nerves. That has to be it. You’ve read it yourself, how the death of someone close to you is one of the major stress events in a person’s life. Add to that this inheritance, this house, falling in love—even though that’s a good thing—and it’s no wonder you might be a little out of sorts.Even Hunter was skeptical of his own rationalizing thought process.