CHAPTER 15

—Yes," said Dad. Victor leads us to the dining room, to slow his steps and suddenly I felt the brush of his hand with mine causing my attention to be on him. He smiles cheekily at me and of course my skin instantly burned —Maya?

I sat down next to dad and in no time lunch was served, my father looked too serious watching Lucas' family.

—I hope they like seafood....

—No," Dad said, interrupting Lucas' mother, "We hate seafood.

—Of course. I guess on your ranch you're just used to eating eggs..... The common stuff and they don't know how good seafood is.

"Ayyy shit!"

My father observes Lucas' stepfather who as usual doesn't know how to measure his tongue when speaking, idiot.

—Just because my family has different tastes than your family doesn't mean we know what's good. And that ranch... the one you call it as if it were a garbage dump is the one that produces the wheat so that your family can taste the bread.

—Dad... stop it.

—Sir... my husband didn't mean to be rude...

—But he was. —D