MARIA POV
Hunter’s apartment was stunning.
Modern, sleek, impersonal—exactly the kind of place you'd expect from someone like him. Floor-to-ceiling windows framed the city skyline, white marble countertops gleamed under the dim lighting, and everything screamed curated perfection. There were a few photos scattered here and there, framed in black or silver—mostly with Hunter, Blake, Sam, and the rest of their team—but nothing too personal. No clutter. No warmth.
Not my style.
But still, it was safe. Neutral ground. Somewhere Sherry wouldn’t dare show up. That was all that mattered right now.
Cassidy had opened the door before I even knocked properly, pulling me into a tight hug like we hadn’t seen each other in years instead of a few days.
“Oh my god, finally,” she said, grabbing my
