Hearing his words, I can’t help but feel a warmth spread through me. The past few hours with his daughters have brought a genuine joy that I hadn’t realized I was missing. I am happy. Today’s been the happiest I’ve been in months, and his desire to ensure I’m happy only deepens the budding connection I feel toward him and his family.

When our giggles eventually give us away, Vic and the others pause their conversation and turn towards us.

Playing innocent, I ask, “Did we interrupt something important?”

Vic replies with a smile, “Not at all. You’re just in time. Lunch is ready.”

I usher the girls to the bathroom to wash their hands, and when we return, we sit down to a spread that looks more suited for a royal banquet than a casual family lunch. I can’t help but marvel at the care Vic clearly puts into everything he does.

“Wow, this is lunch?” I can’t keep the awe from my voice.

Vic, serving us, smiles modestly. “I like to cook, so I thought I’d prepare something special. We’ve got a saffron-infused seafood risotto, herb-crusted lamb chops, and a deconstructed caprese salad with a balsamic reduction drizzle for a touch of whimsy.”

Syd’s eyes widen at the sight of the colorful risotto, and Ari claps her hands in delight at the lamb chops. I’m amazed by it all. Vic’s culinary skills are as much a gateway to his world as they reflect his passion, and I find myself increasingly charmed, not just by the food, but by the chef himself. The connection I feel with Vic strengthens with every shared glance, light touch, and casual caress as he serves the food, sending sparks along my skin. Despite the professional boundaries I know we should maintain, I can’t help but flirt with the idea of blurring the boundaries just a little.

“Y’all sure know how to eat good in this family.” I remark as Vic assists me and the girls into our seats before pouring water into our glasses alongside a cup of punch.

“And you cook every day?” I ask, genuinely impressed.

Vic responds with a smile, setting down the pitcher. “I’m always busy with work, so the least I can do is ensure my girls have three good meals every day.” He bends down and kisses the top of their heads. “Enjoy.”

Confused, I frown, noting his lack of a plate as he nearly exits the dining room. “But wait! Aren’t you joining us?”

Ms. Tina, Gary, and even Ms. Vicky exchange surprised glances.

“Dad never eats lunch with us,” Syd explains with a hint of sadness in her voice. “He’s always working in his study, remember?”