Grayson POV
She was better than I could have ever dreamed of. I watched stunned as she managed to coax my wayward son out of his bedroom and into the kitchen for dinner. Jackson had a smile on his face. It was the first genuine one I had seen him direct towards another woman besides Mrs Stuart in a long, long time. He sat nicely beside Raine who patiently helped him cut up his food, cheerfully speaking to him throughout the meal as she made an effort to get to know him while Jackson asked her endless questions about herself. I expected her to grow tired of his constant need for attention or endless speaking, but she remained remarkably patient, even cleaning up and taking him for a bath afterward. I stood in the doorway, watching with fascination as she read him a bedtime story, her voice
