Grace’s POV

By the time I got back from lunch with Quinn, I felt steadier. Not better. Not fixed. But like maybe, I wouldn’t cry in the women’s bathroom for twenty minutes the way I almost did this morning. Small wins.

I stepped into the office and felt it immediately. The tension humming from Hunter’s office.

Great. He was in a mood. I could always tell. He didn’t even need to speak. The air shifted when he was pissed.

His door was open. He sat behind his desk, eyes fixed on the ...