He’d had their day planned to a T, cooking Keisha a nice breakfast and had planned a day of spoiling her, wanting her to spend her day distressing at the spa. He’d even snuck out of bed and grabbed a bottle for Caleb before Keisha stirred. The little one must have felt something in the force because no sooner than he’d finished his bottle had the door come alive with a series of taps far too aggressive for Raven. It was his mother, fresh off a flight from London. Here to save the day. And now they were all sitting around the table, trying to ignore the elephant in the room. Barbara turned up her aristocratic nose as she sipped coffee from her porcelain mug. “Your father is just a wreck about what happened between the two of you, Jake. Just a wreck.” “Is he now?” She nodded, her perfectly trimmed gray locks spilling forward before she tucked them behind her ear. “You know how he gets when you two are at odds. It’s not good for business. Or his blood pressure.” Jake slid from the table.
