“Thanks for coming.” Luther said, even though he was looking at his grandfather who was walking away.
Estel couldn't believe her luck. She hadn't really come to see Amy. Rather, she'd come because the previous night seemed like a dream. Did Luther really talk to her that casually? He wasn't scowling, not grumbling, nor was he staring daggers, and spreading a chill in the air.
She didn't understand what was between he and Amy, and she knew the child was for Luther, but they didn't act like lovers. She only knew they were close, and that could be because of the little boy.
Estel swallowed. She had to think straight. Not just fall blindly for a man who was way out of her league. Or was there something he wanted from her? Maybe he found her sexually attractive?
Estel was shocked to disco
