Chapter 6: Hunter


I took the stairs 2 at a time, back down to the lobby.

Rosaline was about to make me go crazy with her Q&A in the elevator. I knew she meant well but I would have preferred she didn’t do that when we were so close and alone. It made me want to kiss her again and never let her go.  However, that may have scared her.

It was hard enough to admit that I loved her, though it helped that she loved me back. I thought that maybe things would be awkward, but nothing would really change from how it was before I left. I would protect her no matter what.

I ran to her favorite clothing store and bought a few nice shirts and some jeans. Then, I stopped over at her favorite bakery and bought a few pastries that she liked.

I was on my way back to the hotel, when I saw a man selling white roses on the street (Rosaline’s favorites), so I bought some of those too.

I wanted to make her happy, because of all the danger I got her into. She was going to hate me after I told her everything that was happening. I didn’t want her to be mad at me, but hopefully she wouldn’t be as mad with these things.

She didn’t deserve to be hunted like a deer. It was all his fault. That man ruined her life and had the nerve to blame her mother. I wasn’t going to let him have her, not even see her in person. If he so much existed in her presence, I would kill him. He didn’t deserve to have her and he never would. I would make sure of it.

When I got back to the hotel, Mr.McLanely glanced in my direction as I headed straight for the stairs, rather than wait for the elevator. The look of joy that I hoped would be on Rosaline’s face when she’d seen what I bought, drove me to walk faster.

As I opened the door, I heard that she was still in the shower.

I sat the roses and pastries on the bed and knock on the bathroom door.

“Rose?” I called.

“Yeah?” She replied.

“I’m back. I’ll leave your clothes on the floor right outside the door.”

“Okay.”

I sat on the bed and studied the room.

It looked secure enough. The window opened and locked from the inside. The door had a deadbolt lock along with a chain lock, just in case someone made it pass the electronic lock (which could easily be disabled with a power outage).

I stood and closed the curtains.

“Not taking any chances with a sniper,” I muttered.

I heard the shower turn off and the bathroom door creak open a little. As much as I wanted to, I didn’t turn to look. I even stopped breathing until I heard the door close again.

“Hunt?” Rose called.

“Yeah?” I responded.

“Did you run all the way to Couture Unlimited?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Isn’t that place your favorite clothes place?”

“Well…yeah, but I would have been fine with a generic tourist tee shirt and some sweatpants.”

“…I wouldn’t have,” I heard myself say. I had no idea why I’d said that (even if I did mean it) and it just felt awkward after I did.

“…Thank you,” she said.

Everything was quiet until I heard the bathroom door open and Rosaline gasp.

She’d see the stuff on the bed.

“Hunter,” she whispered.

I looked at her and lost my breath.

She wore a black shirt with white lace flowers along the bottom and a pair of grey jean shorts that I hadn’t even noticed I bought. Her hair was still a bit damp and slightly shined in the light.

She walked to the bed, picked up the roses and gently touched the petals.

“Do you like them?” I finally managed to ask.

“I love them,” she said, without looking up from them. “And you even went to Super Sweets.” She sat the flowers down and picked up the bakery bag.

“Only your favorites,” I said with a smile.

The smile on her face faded away.

“What?” I asked, worried. “Did I get the wrong kind?”

She shook her head. “What’s wrong, Hunter?”

“Nothing that wasn’t a problem before,” I responded.

“Hunter,” she pressed.

“What?” I asked, not wanting to go into the bad stuff so soon.

She stared at me, determined to get me to talk.

I sighed and sat on the edge of the bed.

“Hunt?” She sounded worried about my reaction.

“Have a seat, Rose,” I said, gesturing for her to join me. “We need to talk.”

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