Dawn's POV
Dinner was coming along beautifully.
Evan had taken complete control of the spaghetti sauce, Tanner was helping him stir, and Grant was setting the table.
Chelsea sat at the kitchen island, keeping me company while I prepared the garlic bread.
Bull was leaning against the counter, listening to Evan explain why the sauce needed to simmer.
Everything was going wonderfully.
Until Pink barked.
Not her usual Hey, somebody's here! bark.
Not the excited bark she gave when she wanted to play.
No.
This was sharp.
Urgent.
Three quick barks.
My head snapped toward the hallway.
"ANA!"
I dropped the butter knife onto the counter and moved.
Fast.
I knew that bark.
And I knew exactly what it meant.
Pink barked again.
My heart slammed against my ribs as I rounded the corner.
