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 things that fast. Oh, to be swimming in money."
"He wanted us to have our own space," I explained. "His place was… is nice, but..."
"But it was where he lived with Helena." Quinn's direct gaze never wavered. "Smart move getting you both out of there. Hunter earned some points realizing that without be
