Maria POV
I woke up before Dax’s alarm, my body naturally attuned to the rhythm of our life together. The soft glow of early morning filtered through the curtains, casting a golden hue over the room. Dax was on his stomach, one arm sprawled across my waist even in his sleep, while Henry had a firm grip on my thigh, as if holding onto me was the only way he could rest peacefully. My boys. My men.
Mine.
Only Mine.
Fucking Sherry and her shenanighans.
A fierce protectiveness swelled inside me.
Whatever was going on with that damn agent, with Sherry and her **f*****g** timing, I wasn’t going to let it touch them. They had worked too hard, sacrificed too much to let some sleazy middle-aged man with a **sly smile** mess with their dreams. And I wasn’t about to sit on the sidelines.
