Leo carried Summer to the kitchen. He could smell something nice and delicious. The smile spread through his face without realizing it.
For him, it felt like being home, a real home. He thought of his mother's home outside of Boston. Someday he would take her to see his mother.
He paused at this thought. It was the first time in his life that Leo thought about taking a woman to see his mother. He knew his mother would like her. She had something special in her. The lovely face that made people recognize at first sight, and then some quality inside, there was something more than the pretty face about this woman. But he was lazy to find words to describe. He was not a poet who using too many fancy words to describe a single rose.
The slender figure was standing in front of the counter. Sh
