Hunter’s POV

I was halfway down the stairs when I realized I couldn’t go to work like I was. Turning, I was going to head back to the bedroom to change, but I couldn’t face Helena in my current mood. I had already said enough in anger.

Fucking great.

The laundry room was two floors down, which meant walking through the house in nothing but a towel. Normally, I wouldn’t give a shit. But with Grace here… yeah. That was different. He wouldn’t have cared if the staff saw him. But ...