“Good idea. I’ve got some chicken marinating in the fridge. I’ll make your Dad some dinner.”
“Thanks, babe.”
“No need to thank me. You’re my guy, Wills.” I left him there keying away and hurried to the kitchen.
I took the chicken fillets from the fridge and placed them on the grill, then fixed a salad.
* * * *
Jack, JR, and Pat came into the kitchen.
“I fixed you a light dinner, Jack.”
“That wasn’t necessary. This family has put you out enough.” He didn’t look as annoyed as earlier, but he still wasn’t happy with the boys.
“Yes.” I grinned at him. “But look what you’ve given me in exchange.”
He opened his mouth, then smiled and said, “All right, thank you. I’ll just wash my hands.”
“Uh…Theo? Could we have another slice of your delicious angel food cake?” JR sent a hopeful smile my way.
“I have no problem with that, but you’d better clear it with your Dad.”
“Dad?”
“All right. But if it’s as good as this chicken smells, you’d better save a slice for me.”