We enter the house giggling with each other, and I find Hunter coming down the stairs in a crisp black Armani blazer and his Italian-style hair pulled to the side.

“I see the conversation was good.” He catches me off guard, greeting, kissing me almost on the corner of my mouth.

My neck tingles from the touch of his hand on my neck. “It was great,” I manage to say in a trance and completely bewildered.

“So come tell me.” He sits on the huge sofa and I look back, checking for Sophia, but of course she's already gone.

I sit on the couch next to him, keeping my usual...