LET YOU DOWN
" It's knowing that this
can't go on forever.
likely one of us will have
to spend some days alone. "
Three years, that's how long Hunter Callahan spent denying herself the love of the family she had found in th...
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LET YOU DOWN. chapter fifty three.
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THE LATCH OF THE DOOR echoed out quietly through the apartment as Buck shut it. Hunter kicked her shoes off with a huff, rolling up the tension in her shoulder as she walked into the kitchen and threw her bag onto the already messy counter.
Buck followed her, "What is it about you that just attracts people with guns?" He asked, cocking his head as he took a seat at the barstool.
The panic that had overtaken his face made its way back into her mind, and she stood there, swallowing the lump in her throat as she thought about what she had told Eddie a few hours ago.
A small laugh escaped Hunter's lips as her hands reached forwards towards the glass bottle, "What can I say?" She threw a smile back at him, the echo of her uncorking the bourbon filled the air, "Only the good die young."
Buck cocked his head to the side, observing her as she took a sip of the amber liquor, "Think you can avoid a near-death situation for a while?"
"Hey, if I recall, you were right there with me," she defended herself, feet moving to take her to lie on the couch with the class still in her hand.
"I think it's because you're a bad influence," Buck argued, standing up to follow her, hands reaching out to take the glass of bourbon from her and lay it on the coffee table before sitting next to Hunter, pulling her legs into his lap, "I also think you should probably sleep and not drink at eight thirty in the morning."
He worried about her. Buck couldn't help it. It was second nature for his heart to beat out of his chest and his stomach to drop anytime there was a close call in the field. He had become accustomed to lying motionless next to Hunter in the middle of the night, waiting for her to lie back down and fall asleep after he felt her jump out of bed. He'd lie awake and listen as her mouth mumbled incoherent words, her body jolted as she slept. When that happened, he knew it wouldn't be long until her eyes would snap open, and Hunter threw herself out of bed, hands reaching for a nonexistent gun she thought was hooked around her neck.
