Chapter 43: Brutal Honesty
"Everything okay?" Bradley asked.
"Yeah." Carissa set his phone on the island and reclaimed her spot on the stool. "My dad can be. . .overprotective at times." And that was putting things nicely. Her father was demanding, overbearing, and controlling.
"After we eat, we can head to the mall to get you a new phone." He set a plate in front of her.
A perfectly shaped omelet with cheese, bacon, and peppers, along with buttered cinnamon raisin toast tempted her tastebuds. She inhaled the delectable scents and smiled.
"Thank you, but you really didn't have to cook for me," she said, picking up her fork.
"No, but I did have to cook for me, and it would've been rude to eat in front of you and not offer you some." He winked, then turned to the refrigerator. "What would you like to drink? We have milk, orange juice, water. I can make some coffee."