"You're staring again."
Sera didn't look up as she pulled another vacuum-sealed bag of rice from the pantry and set it on the counter. Lachlan leaned against the frame of the kitchen doorway, arms crossed, still damp from his shower, eyes sharp.
"I'm not staring," he said mildly. "I'm studying and listening. You are a lot different at home than you are at the gym. It's frankly fascinating watching you move when it is just us."
"Studying and staring are the same thing," she muttered, slicing the bag open and measuring out half a cup of rice into a bowl before she went over to the skin and started washing it. She had decided to make rice porridge tomorrow morning for breakfast. It was the best thing she could think of to make the supplies stretch and have a filling meal.
"And since you're both dry, fed, and not currently bleeding, I figured now's a good time," she continued as she swished the rice around in the water.
Lachlan raised a brow. "For?"
