CHAPTER FOURTEEN
The old man tottered out of the kitchen with a mug in each hand. He held them out to the two of us. “Here ya go.”
I gingerly took mine, but Luca shook his head at the offer. “Thank you, but I’m not injured.”
The man looked him up, and down with a keen and gentle eye. “Sometimes it’s not just the body that’s been hurt but the soul. This’ll help with that, too.”
Luca smiled and accepted the mug. “Thank you for your help. We truly do appreciate it.”
The man waved off his compliment. “Nothing to speak about. Anybody would’ve helped you out.”
I thought back to Taina and frowned. “Not quite everybody.”
The man eased himself into a rocker close to the crackling fire and sighed. “I won’t pry into your business except to make sure that your pretty little hands don
