Grace’s POV

By the time lunch rolled around, I was ready to scream. I hadn’t been able to focus all morning. Hunter had been in and out of his office, and we had hardly spoken. I had timed dropping off his morning coffee well. He had been on a call with the Asia office.

Currently, my inbox was full, my schedule stacked, but nothing I did could slow my racing thoughts. Everything about this day felt off, like I was standing on the edge of something I didn’t understand, and the ground was ...