CHAPTER 121

RICK FORSON

HE WAS PLEASED with himself as he went to the dining room, but was shocked to see Reine seated poker-stiff at the table. Her hands were on her lap and her plates were empty. She had not yet gotten anything to eat.

He frowned. "You haven't eaten?"

She shook her head. "There is nothing to eat, sir."

"What?" Rick gasped. "What of the cook? Where is she?" He stormed to the kitchen, and sure enough, it was empty. He growled and marched back to the dining room, agitated.

"If it's alright sir," Reine spoke. "I could make breakfast."

He paused and looked a her. "You want to make breakfast?"

"If it's alright by you, sir," she replied.

"Me? Oh, you can go on," He stepped aside and let her through to the kitchen. Rick exchanged a confused look with Jones and then they sat down at the table.

A few minutes later, a delicious aroma wafted from the kitchen, making Rick's mouth water. Even Jones was salivating subtly. Reine came out with a tray filled with scrambled eggs, bacon, and a warm