Chapter 5Lucas was sitting by Namir’s kitchen table, jacket still on, and a red flush on his cheeks as if he was melting underneath the thick fabric.
“Do you like tea?” He wished he’d had something more child-friendly to offer.
“Never had it.” Lucas’ gaze was guarded. Was it because Esme didn’t approve of tea?
“Want to try?”
He shrugged.
“Let’s try. Take off your jacket and sit for a bit.”
Lucas’ fingers flew to the zipper. s**t, had he been waiting for permission? Namir would have to do better if they were going to spend time together.
He put the kettle on and grabbed some sugar from the pantry. He wished he had honey, but honey was expensive. He scanned the meager contents. There was nothing worth putting on the table. What did kids like? He had an apple. There had been two bright
