Jack walked downstairs and joined Lexi at the kitchen table. The chef was nowhere to be seen.

"Did you see Chef Randall?"

"I gave him the day off."

"You what?"

"I told him I would make you breakfast. Isn't breakfast made by your favorite daughter way tastier than some hired help?"

"You don't have to do that anymore."

Lexi slapped the table and gave him a look. She was way more of a teenager than he had ever dealt with before. He was beginning ...