Dana POV
My heart feels like it’s breaking. Hunter acts as though nothing has happened between us. I leave the study feeling bereft, determined to move on from last night, and find myself in the kitchen, standing at the refrigerator and staring blankly at the contents. Whenever I feel depressed, I decide to bake. It’s something of a habit of mine and I find it relaxing. I grab what I need from the fridge and the pantry, before heading to the counter and tying on an apron. I begin to get distracted as I focus on what I need to do, instead of thinking about Hunter and the awkwardness that was between us.
Don’t think about him. He doesn’t deserve to know how much he affected you I told myself fiercely, cracking an egg into the mixing bowl and scowling fiercely down at it, as though it had
