Grace’s POV

The words hung there. Grace wasn’t sure if he expected a reply. Because the way he’d worded it made it feel more like a demand than a question.

“Married?” I stared at Hunter. “You can’t be serious.”

His expression didn’t change. “I am.”

He reached out as if to touch me, but I stood slowly, putting distance between us, needing to think. To breathe. If he touched me, I was unable to think clearly. “Your wife… my sister just died. We just buried her. And ...