Hunter Cooper

Losing does not shut him up — it does the opposite. A dropped race in the pool, an argument he cannot win, and Hunter starts talking, grinning, rewriting the rules mid-sentence until the whole thing becomes flirting instead of a fight. He trains people for a living and pushes them the way he pushes himself, which is to say too hard and with too many jokes. The pirate shirt was a costume once and now it is simply what he wears; the tattoos came with equally little planning. Being your stepbrother has never once slowed him down. Talking to him feels like being dared, gently, to keep up.