Grayson POV
What a morning. I was pissed that a photographer had gotten onto my property, but my main concern had been for Flair. Roscoe had surpassed all my expectations and I no longer had any doubts about keeping the dog. He'd earned his place in his home as far as I was concerned. But I was an i***t for mentioning the conditions of our marriage to Flair. Why did I have to open my big mouth? The second I did I saw the light dim in her eyes, saw her shoulders slump and her smile fade. I wanted to take back the words, to tell her that I wanted to change the contract, but before I could the phone rang and I was left racing upstairs.
"Hello," I said tersely, not in the mood for pleasantries.
"Grayson" Grandfather's voice was on the other end "Excellent. I've managed to catch you before
