I couldn't stop smiling as Quinn peppered me with questions over lunch. Her curiosity was relentless, but for once, I didn't mind. Being Mrs. Hunter Sinclair still felt surreal, like I might wake up any moment to find it had all been a dream.

I told Quinn about the house and the news we’d gotten before leaving the office.

"Wait, so the house closed that quickly? Hunter must have pulled some serious strings," Quinn said, stabbing at her salad. "I'm impressed. Even I couldn't have expedited ...