The next week passed slowly, painfully slow for Mirabella. Hunter had been very busy. She hardly saw him anymore. He was appearing and disappearing like a ghost.

Every morning he left the house early, before she was even awake and came back in the hours of the next morning. He stopped coming back to the house. So, she thought maybe he was sleeping in his penthouse at the club, but soon she noticed he wasn’t even showing up there anymore. Not once had she seen him or bumped into him at the ...