Hunter's POV
Two days after Grace agreed to marry me, we headed back to the office. It felt surreal driving through Manhattan with her beside me, knowing she'd agreed to be my wife. The enormity of what we were doing still hadn't fully settled. I didn't feel any guilt having lost Helena and now I was marrying her sister. How could I, after everything I had just found out about my dead ex-wife?
"I think we should keep things quiet for now," Grace said suddenly as we turned onto Park Avenue. Her fingers twisted nervously in her lap. "About the wedding, I mean."
I glanced at her, not entirely surprised. "How quiet?"
"I need to tell my parents and Quinn first. And Max." She looked down when she mentioned him. "I don't want them hearing it from someone else."
I clenched my jaw at Max's nam
