“I think I do have a sandwich, and perhaps some biscuits too. I’m happy to offer them to you,” she said because she had the firm feeling that they still had some things to discuss together.
“We’ll be happy to take them,” he flashed his charming smile at her, and it took Alexis a lot of effort to control her fingers from running them along the line of that smile.
“There is something like a playground on the clinic’s roof terrace. Lucca might have more fun up there,” she proposed shyly.
While they started back to the lifts, Alex fished the promised sandwich out of her bag. She squatted down, separated the slices, and offered one of them to the kid. Lucca looked at his father questioningly, and only when he nodded yes, did he take the food, at once beginning to nibble on it. Now that the c
