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 a strand of hair behind my ear. "Forever, in fact."
My heart swelled. I wasn't used to this softer version of Hunter—the man who held me like I might break, who looked at me like I was something precious. After years of watching him from a distance, of loving him silently, having him now felt surre
