Chapter 80: Negotiation, Part 1

I stood and stretched my tight muscles. My stomach grumbled as I headed downstairs. Frank and Larissa were seated at the table. "Where's Little Frank?" I asked.

He was normally strapped into his highchair and situated next to Larissa.

"He's already been fed and is with the nanny," Frank said. His gaze was on the food in front of him. For a man who claimed to want to repair our relationship, he barely looked at me. And he spoke to me even less.

"We felt it would be better to talk without any interruptions." Larissa smiled and nodded at the seat across from my father.

Reluctantly, I sat. A perfectly roasted chicken surrounded by tiny, red potatoes mixed with colorful, sautéed vegetables was on a platter in the center of the table. Scents of butter, garlic, and a myriad of other spices wafted toward me.

My mouth watered. I had to give Larissa props for her mad cooking skills.