Deila's pov

The kitchen was the last place I wanted to be when my thoughts were all over. Physically, I was with there, sitting on the kitchen counter, but mentally I was miles away and caught between dwelling on the heated kiss  I shared with James, and of dad's offer.

"Did you think about it yet?" Sia's voice jolted me out of my mental *

From the corner of my eyes, I saw her taking the last plate from the dishwasher, wiping it with a towel.

"About what?" I asked distractedly, my eyes now fixed outside the window, enjoying the natural view and for the umpteenth time grateful for the...