I stooped down, applying medicine to Mason's wound. Although I wasn't being harsh, Mason winced in pain. Abruptly, his eyes flashed towards something behind me. Watching him shift his attention, I turned around, and my eyes landed on Lyon's handsome legs, then his attractive face.

"Mommy, Daddy's here!" Mason cried out.

Having heard Mason unwittingly call Lyon "Daddy," my grip on the cotton swab became tighter.

Even if Mason did not voice it, I maintained an awareness that he still liked having his father by his side.

Shaking off my thoughts, I stood up and spoke to Lyon. "Thank you for today, Mr. Monroe."

For the iciness in my eyes,...