The screen unlocked.

"Now we're going to have a serious talk, you and I… whoever the hell you are," Grayson muttered under his breath.

He opened the conversation and saw the sweet little message. His stomach twisted hard. Without thinking twice, he typed a reply.

[Listen carefully. I don't know who you are, but this ends now. Kate is mine. Stay away from her, because I'm not sharing her with anyone. Got that?]

Meanwhile, in London, inside the pediatric hospital, Oliver frowned at the message… then burst out laughing.

"Aunt Eileen! I think another idiot grabbed Mom's phone!" he said, cracking up as he typed back.

Honestly, he wasn't even surprised anymore. It had happened before—with that creepy P.E. teacher who tried to flirt with Kate by stealing her contact info from the school forms.

[I don't know who you are, and I don't care. She sleeps with me almost every night. She gives me lots of kisses. She rubs my back until I fall asleep. She bathes me and gives me massages w