kiss her on the cheek as she lets me in. Demi kind of recoils in response. “What’s that for, weirdo?” “You were right,” I say with a wink. “Well, obviously.” She pauses. “About what, though?” “Hey man.” Hunter approaches us cautiously. “Everything okay?” “It will be.” I pull out the envelope of cash and hand it to him. Demi narrows her eyes at the handoff. “What’s that?” she demands. Hunter takes the money, confused. “But why?”
