Grace's POV
The elevator doors slid shut on Max. He'd kissed me. Deliberately. Knowing Hunter was watching.
I took a shaky breath, pressing my palms flat against my stomach, trying to steady the tremor working through my hands. Hunter had seen. The look on his face when he'd burst through that conference room door, jaw clenched tight enough to crack bone, eyes dark with something that looked an awful lot like fury.
The quiet in the office felt dangerous now. I glanced at Hunter's closed door. Part of me wanted to march in there and demand to know what he and Max had said to each other. The other part, maybe the smarter part, knew better. Let him calm down.
Before I could decide, the door opened.
Hunter stood in the doorway. His face gave nothing away. "Come in."
Not a request. But a
