Alex strolled into the kitchen from the garage. He’d driven to work this morning, leaving his driver home. He wasn’t sure why, but he’d been in the mood to drive himself. A lot was going on and maybe he’d needed time to think.

Driving helped him do that.

The scent of meat cooking hit him as he hung his keys on their hook. His mouth watered and he wondered what had possessed his cook to make steak today.

When he entered the kitchen fully, he realized that once ...