Just as I was wondering if I should tell Daley about the information on the flash drive, his phone rang. Then he went to another room to answer the phone. I eat breakfast with my head down.

Maybe I should keep it a secret for now.

When he came out of his room after the call, I had just finished breakfast. He had a gift for cooking. The French breakfast was better than what I had at the Michelin restaurant.

"Thanks for breakfast." I smiled at him. "Have you ever made breakfast for anyone before?"

"No, you're the only one who's ever enjoyed my breakfast," Daley said as he finished...