Lynn's POV

Asher had been eyeing the coffee table for three days.

I knew that look — focused, almost suspicious, the one he got before he committed to something. Grayson called it his "Alpha face." Baron called it "pre-mission assessment." Lira just kissed him on the nose every time she saw it.

This morning, he pulled himself upright against the table leg, wobbled, and looked at me.

"Come on, baby," I said, dropping to my knees.

Grayson was already at the ...