"Everything okay?" Bradley asked.

"Yeah." Carissa set his phone on the island and reclaimed her spot on the stool. "My dad can be. . .overprotective at times." And that was putting things nicely. Her father was demanding, overbearing, and controlling.

"After we eat, we can head to the mall to get you a new phone." He set a plate in front of her.

A perfectly shaped omelet with cheese, bacon, and peppers, along with buttered cinnamon raisin toast ...