AUTHORS POV

Dean was in the sitting room when the bell rang.

It had only been a few days ago when Tessa visited.

He leapt from the floor where he’d been coloring. “It’s her!” he shouted, abandoning his crayons and flying down the hallway, socks sliding on the marble tiles.

Pedro, in his study, looked up from his laptop and checked the time. He hadn’t expected her until later.

When he opened the front door, Dean was already latched to Tessa’s legs like a koala.

“Hi, sweetheart,” Tessa cooed, bending to hug her son properly, burying her nose into his soft hair. She looked up at Pedro with guarded eyes....