As she turns to walk away from me, someone blocks her path. At first, I register it as Hunter, so I don’t react. But then I hear a stranger’s voice in a low, husky tone. “If he won’t go with you, I will.” The hairs on the back of my neck stand up and chills run down my spine. “No, thank you,” Isabel replies, trying to move around him, but he blocks her again. “Come on, sweetheart.” “She said no, motherfucker,” I growl.
