Ulima was already busy in the kitchen when Sarah made her way downstairs. Lucas leaned against the counter sipping from a coffee cup. He wore jeans and a simple button-up shirt so it seemed likely he didn’t intend to go to work.
“Morning señora,” Ulima greeted delivering her usual morning cup of tea before returning to the stove where she had scrambled eggs, beans and peppers cooking.
Sarah sipped her tea feeling the familiar prickle of being watched. She glanced in Lucas’s direction to see him quietly watching her as usual. One of the reasons she ignored him was due to the intensity of his gaze. Whenever he looked at her it was like someone seeing a steak for the first time after a fast.
“Umm…can we talk?” Sarah asked finally gesturing to the living room.
“Sure,” Lucas followed her
