Dawn's POV
I was still admiring Ana's new bed when Grant asked a question that would probably haunt him for the rest of his natural life.
"So, what are you doing with Evan's room? If Ana gets all this?"
I turned toward him.
Slowly.
A mischievous smile spread across my face.
Chelsea noticed immediately.
"Oh, no."
Bull looked up from where he was scratching Pink behind her ears.
"What?"
Chelsea pointed at me.
"That smile. I know that smile."
I clasped my hands together.
"Well, since you asked..."
Grant's expression changed.
"No."
I blinked innocently.
"What?"
"Whatever you're about to say. No."
"Grant! You haven't even heard my answer!"
"Don't need to."
Bull chuckled.
"Now I'm curious."
I pointed at him.
"See? Bull appreciates my creativity."
Grant muttered something
