Twenty minutes later, the car turned down a private drive, winding through trees before emerging at a breathtaking modern house perched on a cliff overlooking the ocean. Floor-to-ceiling glass wrapped around the front, reflecting the last of the sunset.

"What is this place?" I asked as the car stopped. Was it some sort of hotel or bed and breakfast?

Hunter helped me out. "Ours. If you like it."

I stared at him. "What?"

"I had my realtor find something private. Secure. Away from the city but ...