Grace’s POVThe words hung there. Grace wasn’t sure if he expected a reply. Because the way he’d worded it made it feel more like a demand than a question.“Married?” I stared at Hunter. “You can’t be serious.”His expression didn’t change. “I am.”He reached out as if to touch me, but I stood slowly, putting distance between us, needing to think. To breathe. If he touched me, I was unable to think clearly. “Your wife… my sister just died. We just buried her. And you’re proposing?”Hunter’s jaw tightened. “This isn’t about romance, Grace. It’s about practicality. About what’s best for the baby.”“Practicality,” I echoed, the word hollow. “You’re talking about marriage like it’s a business merger.”“In many ways, it is.” Hunter stood as well, his eyes never leaving mine. “You’re carrying my child. This gives us a way forward where neither of us has to give the baby up.”I shook my head, wrapping my arms around myself. “This is insane. You don’t just marry someone because they’re pregna
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