Grace's POV

"Let me get this straight," Quinn said, setting her water glass back down on the table after I spilled the beans about me marrying Hunter. "You're marrying Hunter. Your sister's husband. Two weeks after her funeral. Because you're pregnant."

I winced at her bluntness. "When you put it like that— We haven't talked about a date yet… So, it would be longer than two weeks."

"How else should I put it, Grace?" Her voice was calm, but her eyes were sharp. I could tell she was ...