My head snaps toward the sound and I suddenly have a desperate need to disappear. Not one, not two, but all of the Brays are scattered around in the kitchen. Raven and Maddoc lean against the counter, coffee cups in hand. Captain has Victoria wrapped up while she stirs something on the stovetop. Zoey sits at the bar, holding on to the little pink wolf and then there’s Rolland, the boys’ dad. He’s sitting beside Zoey, his new grandson in his arms.
