Ester’s POV
I feel awkward, hoping that nobody will see me pass the front lawn to get to the main house. But I run out of time, and I'm on duty to prepare breakfast.
But instead, they stopped playing basketball.
When I reached the kitchen, and glanced behind me, Lucas, Dave, and Silas were sitting by the dining table, eyes locked on my booty.
I do my best to ignore them, and gather the ingredients for the omelet. I craved my own cooking.
Tomatoes, smoked beef, cheese, onion, bacon, Italian herbs, eggs, flour, bell pepper, chili powder, garlic powder, baking soda, milk, and put them on the counter when all of them are complete.
Then I turn around to face the boys.
"You boys want some coffee?" I asked.
Silas nodded slowly, Dave blinked several times and looked away—blushed, Lucas not
