Keep them in your tray.” I stared at my bullheaded son who insisted on throwing his Cheerios on the floor. To spite me, he looked up at me with another handful and emptied it onto the floor. I grinned, shaking my head. “Fine,” I said, pouring half the box on his tray. “Try to get some of them into your mouth.” The doorbell rang, and for a second I got my hopes up. But it couldn’t be her. Damn that woman. She had no idea what she was doing to me. I opened the door and immediately my blood boiled. “Rhys.” She smiled sweetly. I knew that smile, not a chance in hell. “Look, if I have to get a court order, I will,” I said, taking an aggressive step toward her. “Tsk, tsk,” she said, waving her finger arrogantly. “I just stopped by to say hello.” “Because you thought I would take one look at you and come undone, right?” She crossed her long legs as she leaned against the door, her smile wicked and her intentions worse.
