Chapter 11

“Do you want some cheese in your eggs?”

“Yeah. Sure.”

“So, you never made…waffles before?”

Noah grimaced. “Was it that obvious?”

“Only to everybody over five.”

“It’s a good thing I was cooking for somebody who hasn’t quite reached four yet, huh?”

“Maybe you should stick to cold sandwiches and cereal,” Luke suggested, cracking the eggs into a bowl.

Noah watched silently as he poured a bit of cream into the eggs, then grated a handful of cheese, and whipped it all into a frothy mixture.

“Maybe that’s a good idea.”

“Daddy, I’m going to get dressed.”

“Okay, sweetheart.”

“She’s a bright girl,” Noah commented once she was out of the room.

“She is,” Lucas agreed with more than a hint of pride. “Don’t worry. She tricks me into making her breakfast all the time.”

Noah laughed. “Well, I was happy to at least try, after you let me crash on your couch.”

Luke’s smile faded, and his eyes turned serious. “Noah, have you talked to your dad at all since you’ve been back?”