Dawn's POV
By the time I picked up the kids, Ana was back to her happy little self.
Thank heavens.
My little redheaded tornado had spent most of the ride home humming and occasionally shouting, "Rawr!" at absolutely nothing.
Evan had his headphones on, probably pretending he wasn't related to us.
Typical.
I pulled into the garage, glanced in my rearview mirror, and burst out laughing.
Oh, for crying out loud.
Of course.
Chelsea's SUV was pulling into my driveway.
I knew exactly why she was here.
And it wasn't because she'd suddenly developed an overwhelming desire to help me unpack.
Nope.
That woman wanted gossip.
Specifically, gossip involving one very large, tattooed Sergeant-at-Arms.
I climbed out and opened Ana's door.
"All right, little dinosaur. We're home."
"Rawr!"
