Lindsey finished off the french fry in hand, flashing back to the conversation he'd had with Cathy. She'd listed off characteristics that she hoped Izzy inherited of his and Lindsey had silently hoped that she inherited the right ones. He lived the life he wanted to but letting this child go down the same road was something he wanted her to avoid.
"Is that right?" he asked, resting his elbows on the table. "What's that?"