Brooke was quiet herself on the way home, full from the food, and simply content to relax.  She smiled gently at Mike as he sat next to her, glad he was being careful not to give Kayla reason to be suspicious.  She was careful to keep her expression neutral, just in case she might look, but she was glad when they finally got home and they could all go inside. It was hard for her to concentrate on her cake, but she did her best as everyone sat down, and she took a minute to fix her coffee.  Somehow the insecurity she'd felt earlier was lessened, at least for the moment, and not even Mike's toast could bother her.  She wasn't sure if it was because of his attention to her, but it was something she could overlook.  She wondered what Kayla would think of the talk their mom and dad would have with her, but tried not to let her curiosity show on her face.  Mike's bold move didn't surprise her, but it did make her hurry and finish her cake, as she wasn't sure how much longer she could put up the pretense of nonchalance.