Hunter’s POV
I hadn’t slept. Helena’s body was warm beside me, curled under the sheets like she hadn’t a care in the world, but I’d been staring at the ceiling since just after midnight. I had come to bed after Grace got home, my jaw clenched so tight it hurt, the image of Max kissing Grace burned into my skull.
I should’ve gotten up, gone to the gym off the garage, worked out until the ache dulled. But I just lay there, the silence broken only by Helena’s breathing, the tightness in my chest growing worse by the second until I couldn’t take it anymore.
I threw the covers back and got out of bed, pacing across the room in nothing at all. My feet were silent on the hardwood floors, but my thoughts were anything but quiet.
Why the hell did it matter?
She was Helena’s sister. My secretar
