LUCA
"You didn't tell me you knew how to cook!"
Alina's betrayed tone as she laughed on the kitchen counter was all I needed to complete the idyllic feel of our first two vacation days.
We were staying on the edge of the world, just far enough away from danger and close enough to the water to allow the air feel safe.
And I could see how that was allowing Alina unwind and rest.
"You didn't ask," I shrugged, placing a lamb rib onto the marinating bowl.
She clicked her tongue, rolling her eyes as she came around the counter and snuck a piece of bacon off the plate.
She closed her eyes as she chewed on it. When they opened, she grinned. "Oh that's good."
"I know." I'd made it a responsibility to know how to cook after mother died and it was just Sofia and I. Father di
