yeah , she was , hunter thought , rubbing the back of his neck as he tried to ignore the rattle and clang of thoughts and notions running through his mind . who can i call to come pick you up ? he climbs in after me and turns me to face him . it 's to discuss arrangements for dad 's sixty-fifth . ' could anyone now have explained such a thing ? it was an entirely different thing to decide to go after him . and i was being sarcastic when i said i enjoyed your touch . 