Hunter’s POV

I looked at Grace sitting in the passenger seat beside me. She had been mostly silent all day unless she had to talk to me. The “Sir” was starting to rub me the wrong way.

She hadn’t said a single word since we left the office. She stared out the window like I didn’t exist. And maybe I deserved that.

I’d been a prick all day.

And I knew it. But I couldn’t seem to stop myself. Every time I looked at her, my chest pulled tight in ways I didn’t understand. Then Max ...