~HUNTER~

I hadn't meant to follow her.

After dinner, I had planned to lock myself in my study and review the quarterly reports that had been sitting on my desk for three days.

But then I had seen her slip quietly down the hallway toward the library, and my feet had betrayed my better judgment.

The library was my sanctuary. Floor-to-ceiling mahogany shelves, leather-bound first editions, and windows that overlooked the gardens.

It was where I came to think, to escape, to remember who I ...