The rest of the evening, Jacob found himself walking past Luka as often as possible. He couldn’t stop the smile playing at his lips whenever their gazes met. The kids were oblivious, but Jacob assumed that anyone else could have seen the heat between them.
Once, when he stood in the kitchen to grab his third glass of water, Luka walked in, needing something from his toolbox on the table. Jacob realized that Luka didn’t so much walk as glide. His movements were fluid and quick, his muscles flexing and stretching as he moved across the floor. An image of a panther on the prowl flashed in Jacob’s mind, and he smiled. A panther. That suited Luka to a T. He moved like he owned the space. No hint of doubt, no lack of confidence. Dominant in everything he did.
Jacob wondered if that dominance t
