"I was just going to make some eggs," Caleb said in a neutral tone. "Want some?"
"No." Owen made a face that would have made me laugh under different circumstances. "Can I have cereal?"
"Sure," Caleb relented, clearly not in the mood for an argument with his boy.
Owen glanced around his father, and he smiled when he saw me sitting on the bed. "Hi, Stevie. What are you doing here?"
I wasn't sure how he'd missed seeing me earlier in the kitchen when he'd arrived, but I was grateful that he hadn't witnessed that awkward moment between myself and his dad. As to how to answer his question, I
was at a loss for an explanation.
"I…um…"
Caleb jumped in. "Stevie came by to have breakfast with us." Confusion creased between Owen's brows, but before he could ask any more questions Caleb strode over to Owen, turned him around, and ushered him out of the bedroom while looking over his shoulder at me. "We'll meet you out in the kitchen."
