Chapter 126
An hour or so later, a gust of cold air rushed into the kitchen when Luke returned. His cheeks were reddened from the cold air and his hair tousled from the wind. He stomped his feet.
Lexi stood from the couch and stretched her arms over her head. She glanced at Luke and didn't miss the spark of desire in his eyes as he scanned her body head to toe.
"I'm starving. How about you?"
Luke didn't answer, avoided meeting her eyes, and proceeded to remove his boots and hang his coat on a hook beside the door. He stepped into the kitchen and rummaged around in the pantry. "How about I make my famous tuna salad sandwich? It's a favorite of Aunt Vi."
"Sounds good. What can I do to help?" She admired his backside while she leaned against the counter, watching as he opened doors and drawers procuring the necessary items. He found all the ingredients quickly, definitely familiar and in his element in this kitchen.