Grace's POV

I blinked awake Monday morning before the alarm. Hunter was already awake, watching me with those dark eyes that always seemed to see straight through me.

"Morning," I murmured, stretching against him, wondering how long he had been watching me.

"Morning, beautiful." His voice was rough with sleep. "Enjoy your weekend, Mrs. Sinclair?"

I couldn't help the smile that spread across my face. "Mrs. Sinclair. I'm still getting used to that."

"You've got time." He reached out, tucking ...