Ray POV
As for me personally? Well, I just walked in without knocking first. It was a habit that formed because I was the only one who was allowed to do that.
My grandpa doted on me a lot when I was a child, and still did, though in a different way now that I had become an adult.
Thus, I cared for him more than I wanted to admit. If it was my father who somehow slept with Maya Reed, then I wouldn't even bat an eye.
"Old man."
My grandpa lifted his head slowly. His emerald eyes—the physical trait of all Gatlin men—were peering at me displeasedly, but he still humored me in the end.
"What do you want, boy?"
"Can you act a little kinder in front of my woman? It's already difficult to persuade her to come back," I reprimanded him, and my grandpa took a deep breath before lowering his gaze.
