From the other side of the small kitchen table, Marcy laughed, genuine love and happiness lighting her eyes. “She doesn’t like cleaning her room or doing her homework either. Big surprise, huh?”

“She has homework?” I blinked in shock. “She’s frick—uh, she’s five.”

“I’m not a baby,” Rose pointed out in that very Jake-like “screw you” way. “Big kids have homework.”

Marcy grinned, toying with her wineglass stem. “They have worksheets for math and reading assignments.”

Personally, I was happy my kindergarten class focused on Reading Rainbow and sharing time. I told them so and got a scowl from Rose and a laugh from Marcy.

“Amen to that,” Marcy said, raising her glass.

I clinked mine to hers, and though I still felt the pain of Jake’s absence, there was something good about being here. They were a family, these two precious females. There was love in this house that Jake and I had restored years ago. Contentment.

Coming here had been the right thing to do; I’d been away for too long. I had wanted to ask Parker to join us, but she’d been distant and busy when I’d texted.

“What’s that frown about?” Marcy’s question pulled me back to the present.

“Was I frowning?” I reached for the bowl of salad. Since training had resumed, I was hungry all the time. All the freaking time. Hungry for food. Hungry for sex.

No. Don’t think about sex at the table. Bad idea, Morgan.

Marcy tipped her head and examined me. “Well, I’d have called it pouting, but I didn’t think you’d appreciate that.”

I laughed. “No, I wouldn’t have.” With a sigh, I sat back. “I’ve got a lot on my mind is all.” I glanced at Rose, then shut my mouth.

Marcy followed the action. “Rose,” she said to her child, who was basically stabbing her food with a fork but no longer eating. “If you’re done, you can put your plate in the sink and go play.”

Rose immediately jumped up, nearly knocking over her milk in the process. While I righted the glass, she grabbed her plate and turned to go, but then paused. “When you’re done talking to Mommy, do you want to play Minecraft with me?”

Warmth spread through my chest. “Sure. But you gotta promise that you’ll protect me from those blockhead zombie things.”

Her nose wrinkled as she smiled. “You’re a weirdo.”

“Takes one to know one, kid.”

We made faces at each other, and then she scampered off, heading for the family room.

“God,” I said. “She’s just …”

“Like Jake?” Marcy supplied with a tinge of sadness. But her eyes were lit with love. “I know. I see it more every day.”