She had fallen asleep thinking about Lindsey, and her thoughts had turned into the most beautiful of dreams. She made her way into the shower and, when she emerged from her room, the smell of coffee and the sound of bacon frying met her on the staircase. Walking into the kitchen, she expected to find her dad cooking breakfast, but Lindsey was in front of the stove whipping up batter for pancakes. Lindsey turned when she entered. “Good morning, boss, I hope you’re hungry. Your dad wanted pancakes today.” “Pancakes always work for me. Anything I can do to help?” “Grab a cup of coffee and join your dad at the table. I’ll have the first batch ready in a few.” Kendra poured a cup of coffee and walked to the table. “Do you need a refill, Dad?” “I’d love one, darling,” he replied, barely taking his eyes off the newspaper he was reading. She picked up his mug and walked over to the pot. Kendra caught Lindsey not watching and snagged a slice of bacon. “Don’t think I didn’t see that.”
