Nora's POV

The little girl with dark curls glares at me with the intensity of a wolf three times her age.

"Mason is MINE!" Andy announces, her small fists planted on her hips. Her lip juts out in a pout that would be adorable if it weren't laced with genuine possessiveness.

Mason crouches down to her level, his expression soft. "Andy, sweetheart, I'm your grandpa. That's never going to change."

"Then why is she here?" Andy points at ...