The late evening air cool against their skin as Hunter and Damon stood side by side, leaning against their respective cars. The driveway was quiet, save for the distant chirping of crickets.
Damon folded his arms, his eyes narrowing as Hunter recounted everything that had transpired earlier with Delilah. His voice was laced with frustration, but beneath it, there was an unmistakable layer of regret.
When Hunter was done speaking, Damon let out a long sigh and shook his head. "It's understandable that the ladies felt that way. I mean, anyone would be upset if they were being silenced with money that way considering the effect Delilah's actions might have had on their families. And at the same time it's also understandable that Delilah is acting the way she is. It makes sense."
Hunter glared at him. "What exactly do you mean by that?"
