Lynn’s POV

I woke up because the bond went warm.

Not the urgent kind of warm — not the pull that meant something was wrong. The quiet kind. The kind that had started happening in the last few weeks, low and steady, like a lamp left on in another room.

I checked the monitor. The nursery was dark except for the nightlight. Asher wasn't crying.

I got up anyway.

The door was cracked open. I stopped in the hallway.

Grayson was in the rocking chair with ...