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shoulder.
    “Yeah, I had to wash some things for myself so I just threw it in. You don’t mind do you?”
    “Heck no!” she chuckled. “I just wanted to make sure I wasn’t missing a uniform.”
    “You hungry?” I motioned to the bacon on the plate in front of me. “We have plenty.” I practically sang it out.
    “Oh, I really shouldn’t, I have a lot of…”
    “Oh, come on.” I grabbed an empty plate and placed it on the counter.
    “Okay,” Mrs. Baker sat down. “Are you making the pancakes, Victoria?”
    “Yep!” she smiled brightly at Mrs. Baker. “It took two cups of mix, one egg, one tablespoon of oil, and one cup of milk.”
    “Good remembering,” I patted her butt lightly. “I think it’s all mixed up. Just need to get it the griddle.” I pulled at my hair to get it away from my face.
    “Let me help you with that.” Mrs. Baker took my hair into her hands and twisted it into a knot.
    “Thank you,” I breathed out and picked up the bowl to start pouring the batter into even circles.
    “No problem,” she waved off my thanks. “I remember when I was younger and my hair was long like yours.”
    I glanced to her as she reminisced.
    “Of course, my hair was never that straight or soft. Have you ever dyed it or anything?”
    “I thought about it. You know, like highlights or something. I even considered getting one of those chin length bobs at one point.” I shrugged.
    “Don’t you dare,” Mrs. Baker scolded with a chuckle. “Your hair is gorgeous and it’s perfect on you. That dark brown really makes those baby blues stand out, and your porcelain skin…whew…what I wouldn’t give to be your age with that combination.”
    I laughed lightly.
    “Oh, you just wait ‘til you’re an old woman like me.”
    “Nonsense,” I snapped at her playfully. “You are one hot mama,” I winked.
    Victoria giggled, and I bumped hips with her.
    We were all loudly entertaining ourselves as we ate our breakfast until a stiff throat clearing made me flip around in my seat. I was met with the cool gaze of Dr. Bishop.
    “Collin, dear…” Mrs. Baker stood and walked over to him. “How are you this morning?”
    “Good and you?” His eyes didn’t leave mine, but I tore from his gaze and looked down at my plate.
    “Well, thanks to Victoria and Sophia, it has been a very wonderful morning.” I could hear the smile in her voice and saw it on her lips when I looked up. “Thank you for breakfast, dear.”
    “No problem,” I smiled back before focusing on Victoria. “Let’s get this cleaned up, okay?” She nodded uneasily and we began cleaning things up.
    “Are you hungry, Doctor Bishop?” I looked over my shoulder at him, shocked his eyes were still on me.
    “No, thank you. I just came to grab some coffee.” His cool melodic words felt like the first winter frost against my spine. I shook it off and finished cleaning up the breakfast mess in the kitchen.
    “Good morning, Victoria,” I watched her eyes widen before she turned around, a surprised look on her face.
    “Good morning, Daddy.”
    He walked past her and poured his coffee before leaving the room. Her face fell.
    “Why don’t you head up to your room and get dressed? You have Karate class in about three hours so just put on something you can easily change out of later.” She nodded and ran toward the stairs.
    “Don’t run in the house.” I felt the shiver against my spine again. I could have sworn he left the room, but when I looked I found him in the doorway of the kitchen, watching me.
    “Is there something you wanted Dr. Bishop?” I had given up waiting for him to say whatever it was he needed to say.
    “Did Victoria have her Spanish lesson yesterday?” He sipped his coffee, practically leering over the rim.
    “No, sir. Roberto cancelled due to illness.” I wiped off the counter where Victoria had mixed the pancake batter.
    “So what did the two of you do yesterday?” He raised one eyebrow at me. I was really