Dawn's POV
Sunday Morning — 10:30 a.m.
I stood at the kitchen window, watching two enormous men examine the side of my garage.
Bull held one of the motion lights while Riot studied the mounting bracket.
I couldn't hear their conversation, but judging by the way Bull pointed toward the fence, they were discussing the best placement.
Excellent.
Two capable men handling a project I would've attempted with a ladder, a screwdriver, and absolutely no understanding of electrical wiring.
What could possibly go wrong?
"Mom!"
I turned.
Evan stood in the kitchen doorway.
"Yeah, sweetheart?"
"Can Tanner and I go outside?"
"Sure. Just stay out of Bull and Riot's way while they're working."
He nodded.
"Okay."
"And no touching their tools."
He gave me an offended look.
"Mom, I'm thirtee
