Page 77 of Hot Shot
“Yeah?” I twirl around, showing off my sleeveless knee-length turquoise dress that I purchased specifically for tonight and my silver kitten heels.
“Gorgeous.” Hunter nods, his eyes raking over me.
“Looking good yourself, hot shot. Are you sure we have to go tonight? There are other things I can think of to occupy our evening.” I waggle my eyebrows at him as I give him a once-over.
Hunter chuckles as he grabs our masks from the coffee table. “While I’d love to take you up on that offer, yes, we have to go.”
“Are you sure? I don’t think anyone would miss us.”
He takes my hand and leads me out of his apartment. “Once the clock strikes midnight, we can leave.”
I sigh but allow him to lead me to his truck and help me inside.
The drive to the gated community where Caleb and Jenna live is short.
“Wow,” I exclaim, glancing around at all the houses that dot the streets.
I wasn’t paying attention the last time I came here, too focused on getting the cakes delivered on time and in one piece.
“Yeah, it’s something else back here. Quite a few of the guys live here.”
“The houses are huge.” House is probably the wrong term, more like mansions.
“Would you ever want to live in a place like this?”
His question shocks me. I look over at him and our eyes meet for a second before he turns his attention back to the road.
“I don’t know. I’ve always imagined that I’d have a house with some land. Somewhere away from the buzz of the city. What about you?”
“It’s nice with the security and the gates, but yeah, I don’t know if I want to live in a place like this. I’d have to agree with you—I’d rather live somewhere a little bit away from the busy city.”
I’m quiet the rest of the way, trying to figure out if there was something deeper to his question. I don’t have much time to contemplate as Hunter’s soon parking his truck on the street, along with all the rest of the vehicles.
“If we lived here we could drive a golf cart over or even walk.” He nods toward the group of golf carts in front of Caleb’s house.
I don’t say anything, too focused on the fact that he saidif we lived here.Did he mean that, or was it a slip of the tongue?
Before I can ask, the front door is opening, and Jenna is greeting us with hugs.
“You made it.” She looks gorgeous as always, her long blonde hair curled and loose across her back. She’s wearing a black-and-gold dress that hugs her curves. Is that a bump I spy?
Before either of us can speak, Caleb comes up behind her, pulling her into his arms and resting his hands on her stomach. He’s wearing a black suit that fits him perfectly, a gold mask that matches his wife’s on his face.
“Surprise. We’re pregnant.” Jenna throws her arms out wide before dropping her hands on top of her husband’s, which are still cradling her bump.
“Congratulations.” I’m happy for them. They seem like a great couple. I know Hunter really looks up to Caleb, and from the interactions I’ve had with the both of them, they seem like genuine, loving people.
Jenna grins and untangles herself from her husband’s arms.
“Come on.” She links her arm through mine. “Let’s let the guys do whatever it is they do when they’re not playing hockey. A little bird told me that you’re thinking about starting a cake decorating business.”
“I am.” I glance over at Hunter, who winks at me before turning to Caleb.
“We should talk because my sister happens to own a wedding planning business.”
“I’ve heard that,” I say as Jenna leads me deeper into her home. “Your home is beautiful.”
The walls are painted a light bluish-gray and are lined with pictures of Caleb and Jenna and other people, I assume their families. Jenna comes to a halt in front of a photo, and I take a moment to study it. Whoever took the picture was in the right place at the right time.
