#Chapter17
I’m sitting across from Jake in Eleven Madison Park, a bustling popular restaurant, his current favorite place to eat and watching him mess with his cell while we wait on our food.
/"Jake?/" I interrupt gently.
/"Emma?/" He responds without looking up. He’s deliberately being evasive.
/"The Hunter merger?/" My curiosity has been niggling all the way here and I have been extremely patient. He sighs and looks down at his cell, puts it inside his jacket, bringing his steady green gaze back to me. His face unreadable.
/"My father and Hunter are not what you would call the best of friends anymore,/" he mumbles quietly. Sighing that he can’t avoid this any longer.
/"Anymore?/" I repeat flatly.
