“Melissa!” Harry called out. “Dinner!”
His daughter appeared at the entrance to the kitchen, dressed in a pair of blue jeans and a red t-shirt. Of course, she took one look at Jena and flinched before shuffling over to the table.
Harry lifted his chin, squinting at the girl. “Jena will be joining us tonight,” he said in a tone that made it clear he was in no mood to argue. “I thought it would be a good opportunity for the two of you to get to know one another.”
Melissa frowned, her cheeks stained crimson. She lowered her eyes to the floor. “Sure thing.” That wasn't exactly enthusiasm in her voice, but he would take what he could get. “What are we having?”
“Nialaro,” Jena answered.
She stood over the stove with a plate held in both hands, pausing for a second to inspect her work. “It's
