Dawn's POV
I was beginning to suspect that Bull had ulterior motives for visiting my house.
And no, before anyone gets any ideas, they weren't romantic.
The man had discovered three things.
My son could cook.
My dog worshipped him.
And I apparently provided free entertainment.
Honestly, I should've started charging admission.
Bull was still upstairs checking the last few things on Evan's gaming bed when I heard the unmistakable sound of my son explaining something.
At length.
Very enthusiastically.
I smiled into my coffee.
Poor Bull.
He'd asked one question about the basketball hoop attached to Evan's bed.
One.
And now he was receiving a complete presentation on the structural integrity of the hoop, the proper angle for shooting, and why the gaming desk needed to be position
