Epilogue - Two Years Later

Grace's POV

The kitchen smelled like maple syrup and looked like a cyclone had swept through it.

James had somehow managed to get pancake batter in his hair, which meant it was also all over his face and highchair, and the wall behind the highchair, and the side of Hunter's very expensive shirt. I had to put a hand over my mouth to stop from laughing out loud. Benson was watching his brother with the solemn, assessing expression he'd had since the moment he entered ...