"Hungry?" Zander asked, breaking the silence that had settled between us.

"Why should I be? We just had breakfast at home," I reminded him, slightly puzzled by his question.

"I know, but driving always makes me hungry. Come on, Nadine. Join me for brunch," he insisted, taking my hand and leading me towards the breakfast nook.

On the table, there were plates of fried bacon, sunny-side-up eggs, and toasted bread. A pitcher of cold fruit juice and a bowl of fresh fruit slices completed the spread. As I stared at the food before me, I couldn't help but wonder if Zander's servant knew his preferences too well.

"Since Marcus is...