~HUNTER~
Mia Blackwood arrived at exactly three o'clock, stepping out of her silver Mercedes like she owned the world. She
Looked perfect, as always…blonde hair in a flawless chignon, a designer dress that probably cost more than most people made in a month, and a smile bright enough to blind.
Everything about her screamed "suitable wife for Hunter Reid."
I hated every second of it.
"Hunter!" She glided toward me, arms outstretched for an embrace that felt like hugging a mannequin. "You look wonderful. Success suits you."
"Mia." I kept the hug brief, and professional. "How was the drive?"
"Perfect. Your mother gave excellent directions." Her laugh was musical, practiced. "She's such a treasure. I can see where you get your charm."
Mother appeared as if summoned, beaming as Mia had
