Grace's POV

I woke with Hunter still pressed against my back, his arm heavy around my waist. My mind immediately raced to what awaited us at the police station in a few hours. I lay there for a few minutes thinking about all the questions they could ask.

"You're thinking too loud," Hunter murmured against my neck, his breath warm on my skin.

I turned in his arms to face him. "How can you tell?"

"Your breathing changes. Gets shallow." His eyes were still half-closed with sleep, but there was ...