Dana POV
It’s so confusing. One minute, he acts as though he can’t stand to be around me, and the next minute, he’s acting possessive and dragging me out to the car in order to prevent the doctor from asking me out! What is his problem, I fumed, as I got into the car, glaring at him as he started the engine and pulled out, his glance going to my hand which now had a gauze or dressing on it. The doctor had been very careful when he placed it on me, not to mention the painkillers he had given me were already taking effect and making the pain fade away.
“How’s the hand?” he asks as I gritted my teeth, fighting back the urge to shout at him.
“Fine” I snap.
If he wants to act this way, so be it. I hunched my shoulders and stared out the window, ignoring the glances Hunter shot my way, de
