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Of course Hunter was oblivious to the turmoil she’d just induced in herself, and he merely motioned toward one of the barrel-backed chairs for her to sit down.
“We might as well get started before everything’s cold,” he said, not taking the chair across from her until she was seated.
Terese had been so enmeshed in imagining a romance between Hunter and Carla that she hadn’t taken much of a look at Hunter before. But now she did, surreptitiously making note that ranch-wear was pointy-toed cowboy boots, jeans that fitted him to perfection, and a chambray shirt with the sleeves rolled up to just below his elbows, exposing muscular forearms and wrists that seemed sexier than mere forearms and wrists could possibly be.
“So Willy and Carla are married?” Terese heard herself say without considering—until after the fact—whether she was being nosy.
But if Hunter thought she was, he didn’t seem to take offense. He just answered her question. “They’ve been married for a long time now. Since we all graduated from high school.” He handed her the platter of food and then added, “I was best man at their wedding and they were best man and matron of honor at mine.”
“You must be very good friends,” Terese said as she took some of the eggs and a piece of bacon.
“Willy’s more than a good friend,” Hunter amended, putting some of everything on Johnny’s plate and then serving himself. “Will’s closer to me than my brother. We work together every day. Spend time together when we aren’t workin’. We own a boat together. We fish and hunt and watch every football game together. He’s Johnny’s godfather. I’d give him the shirt off my back if he needed it, and I know he’d do the same for me. And Carla… Well, Carla was my wife’s best friend and she’s Johnny’s godmother. I don’t think Johnny or I could have made it through the last two years without them both.”
Which left Terese feeling all the more ridiculous for the conclusion she’d jumped to about the woman and her relationship with Hunter.
What had gotten into her? she asked herself.
But she decided it was some kind of fluke that would never happen again and that it was best to put it behind her.
“I’ve never had friends like that,” she admitted then. “I couldn’t even say any of that about Eve.”
“I don’t think many people are lucky enough to have friends like Will and Carla.”
Johnny came running into the kitchen then, putting an end to the conversation as he climbed onto the chair between Terese and his father.
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