Flair POV
It was quiet in the house. Even though I knew there were bodyguards and even with Roscoe with me, the house seemed ominous. I tried to keep my mind away from Sam and his death but it continued to plague me as I wandered aimlessly in the house. The front doorbell ringing startled me. I glanced uneasily at Roscoe who was barking. Shouldn't the bodyguard have stopped whoever it was and determined if it was safe for them to enter?
It was Grayson. He entered, poking his head cautiously as Roscoe bounded up to him tail wagging. There was a smile on his face as he came to greet me, his lips kissing the corner of my mouth as his eyes twinkled at me. I had never been so grateful to see him in my life.
"Welcome home," I said dismally.
He frowned and glanced towards the kitchen. I had
