Ryker entered the Alpha suite, and the first thing he heard was the sound of his son's laughter. He stopped just inside the doorway.
The tension that had followed him from his office seemed to disappear almost instantly.
Isaac was on the floor in the middle of the living room, laughing as Julia tried to take something from his hands. Whatever game they had been playing had apparently turned into a battle, because Isaac quickly scrambled away from his mother, clutching the object against his chest while Julia reached for him.
“Isaac,” Julia warned, although the smile on her face ruined any attempt at sounding stern.
“No, Mommy!”
“Give it back.”
“No!”
“Isaac.”
The five-year-old dissolved into another fit of laughter before running around the couch. Julia stood with her hands on her h
