He ignored the summons and sped off. Goddammit. No less angry when he arrived back at the house, he skidded to a stop at the front door and yanked the key out of the ignition before he headed inside. When he slammed the door behind him, his mother and Lindsay jerked their heads up from whatever they were huddled over. Curious, he craned his neck and saw a notebook on the counter in front of Lindsay. “What?” she asked when she noticed his perusal. “Notes?” “Yeah,” she said shyly. “Your mom doesn’t have a recipe for this.” “I guess you weren’t kidding when you said you like to cook.” “No, I wasn’t.” “Yet… you’re a waitress instead of a chef.” “Tips,” she said simply. There was a sharpness to her voice that made him wonder what she wasn’t saying. With his mother watching him with a c