Stirring the Pot.
"It has become a problem." Sophia's voice was sharp, as she shoved away from the kitchen counter, her gaze set through the window at Ayla. Laughing with Liam, her eyes narrowed, the sight forced embers to flame to life in her chest.
Grayson looked up, sitting at the kitchen table that had its back to the window and behind which he was pretending to read the newspaper. "Can you elaborate on that, dear?" He tried to be careful in tone, although a flicker of concern touched his gaze as he glanced over his shoulder at Sophia.
"Look at those two. Aren't they a problem?" she hissed, pointing toward the window. "Ayla's all glued to Liam. And Ethan is all over her because of his pups. This isn't what we planned."
Grayson sighed, setting the paper down. "Sophia, Ayla
