Grace’s POV

At my words, he nodded, withdrawing his hand from beneath my skirt. I could see he was running everything through his mind, what he had learned from this Reid person. We climbed out of the car in silence.

Inside, Hunter headed straight for his study. I followed, watching as he poured himself a large scotch, knocking it back in one go.

"Hunter—"

"Your mother," he said, voice flat, "paid two doctors thirty thousand dollars each to approve you as a surrogate. Despite ...