"Here you go." A clean dish was given to him with two more perfectly done boiled eggs. Beside it, was a flourish, she set a plate of toast fingers-cut like toy soldiers.

Damon giggled at them, then at her.

Lucia smiled sheepishly at him.

"You used the word please for the first time," she said, before darting out of his reach.

Damn, but he wanted to kiss her.

….

"Is he a nice little boy, darling?" Aunt Freya asked.

'And how am I supposed to answer that?' Lucia wondered. She bent her bare toes over the rung of the kitchen stool and glanced over her shoulder toward the bedroom where...