Dawn's POV
I glanced at the clock hanging on Evan's bedroom wall.
Oh, crap.
"Well, gentlemen, as much as I've enjoyed watching you two wrestle with furniture all afternoon, I've got to pick up my children."
Grant looked up from the instructions.
"Go get them. Bring them back. Then Tanner and Evan can help us finish."
I stopped.
"Wait. You're staying?"
Grant gave me a strange look.
"Yeah. Why wouldn't we?"
"Because you've already spent half your day assembling furniture that apparently requires an engineering degree."
Bull chuckled from where he was tightening a bracket.
"Little dramatic, ain't you?"
I placed a hand against my chest.
"Me? Dramatic? Sweetheart, I write romance novels for a living. Being dramatic is practically a job requirement."
Chelsea laughed.
Grant shook
