"I promise. I am getting to the part where you fit in. You just have to know the background. The reason why I did all this," Hunter paused. He ran his fingers through his golden brown hair. Twyla still could not decide if it was blond or brown. The sun made it glow brightly but other times it was warm like chocolate. She wanted to run her fingers through it. Her necklace was warm against her neck. At least she had that to keep her going. It was like little waves of affection rippling through her.