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then.
    He turned back to the fridge, not wanting to watch Kenn go.
    “Love you, Daddy! Don’t work too hard!”
    Yeah, he thought the boat had already sailed on that one. It was crazy, Kenn working all the time—that was Chris’s gig. And maybe he did work too much, but there was no good reason they both had to. His thoughts circled around that and what he’d overheard the other night, making his chest tight.
    “I’m going to check my messages, guys. Do you need any help?”
    Micah waved one hand at him. “Shoo. You need your energy to help decorate the tree.”
    “Okay. I’ll just be a minute.”
    God, Chris sounded just like his dad, who’d never been around. But he’d always had his mother. Who did Micah and Sarah have? At the moment, he and Kenn were both working more than they were home.
    He headed to the den and turned on the laptop. There were a handful of fires to put out—nothing serious, thank God. His phone rang, one of his coworker’s names appearing. He stared at it for a long moment and took a breath. He could smell something cooking in the kitchen. His babies were making him breakfast. He was on fucking holiday, goddamn it.
    He dismissed the call and headed back to the kitchen. “Something in here smells awfully good.”
    “Bacon and eggs and bagels.” Micah was covered in grease stains already. Chris was willing to bet Kenn knew how to get those out—he didn’t have a clue.
    “Wow, I’m impressed. I didn’t know you knew how to cook!”
    Thank God they hadn’t burned the kitchen down.
    “I cook lots for Dad. He comes home and just crashes. I can make frozen hamburgers and tater tots. Soup. Uh….”
    “Cheese sandwiches!” Sarah added.
    “Yeah. Sandwiches. I even used the oven a couple times.”
    “Wow.”
    Man, he would know this if they were still together. Maybe he wouldn’t have seen it himself, but Kenn would have kept him in the loop, no doubt told him the story of Micah’s first attempt at cooking, leaving them both laughing and proud at the same time.
    “Do you want me to help with anything?” Chris asked.
    “Nope. I got this.” The bacon popped, and Micah winced while Sarah ran screaming.
    “Did you get bacon grease on you?” Chris asked, immediately concerned.
    She shook her head and he frowned at her.
    “Sweetie, if you’re not hurt, you shouldn’t scream like that.”
    “It’s scary!”
    “That’s why you should stay away from the stove when grown-ups—or Micah—are cooking, okay? You can help with the stuff that doesn’t need to be hot.”
    She held on to him, clinging like a limpet. “’Kay.”
    “We could set the table, right? That would be a big help.”
    “Okay. We don’t have a table at Daddy’s apartment. It’s too little, so we have TV trays. Mine’s purple.”
    Jesus Christ. Every time one of the kids let some new tidbit drop, the worse it was.
    “Well, we have a table here, so we’re going to set it.”
    “Okay, Da.” She happily went to get silverware.
    They were good kids. And that was probably all on Kenn. He shook himself, trying to get out of the funk he’d been in for…. God, more than days. Nearly a year’s worth or more.
    His phone rang again, this time with his boss’s name popping up. Damn it. He debated dismissing it, but he knew it could cost him his job, on time off or not. And he needed his salary more than ever now. Sighing, he hit the answer button. “Jordan. Hey.”
    “Hey, man. I know you’re on vacation, but I needed to have a chat with you. You got a minute?”
    He looked at the kids, Sarah diligently setting the table, Micah with his tongue sticking out of the corner of his mouth as he took the bacon out of the pan and put it on a paper towel-covered plate.
    “Thirty seconds.”
    “Deal. I have a new opening in Research and Development. Management. There’s no travel involved, which sucks, and it’s a lateral move, but your name came up in discussions, so we thought we’d make you the offer. The job