Placing the coffee cup on the window sill, he ran a hand through thick black hair that curled in all the right places.
He stood and carried his coffee cup to the sink, pouring out the remains.
The breakfast room had cleared out an hour before, but the patient matriarch kept her coffee cup full and left her alone.
Mum's gaze lifted slowly from the coffee cup and fixed on Carmen.
She picked up her coffee cup and took another sip, her eyes searching his over the rim.
He picked up the coffee cup and leaned back in his chair, eyeing her thoughtfully.
His gazed followed the coffee cup absently as he placed it on the table.
Staring out the bay window at the old house, she abandoned her coffee cup on the window sill.
He came up behind her and took the coffee cup from her hands, sitting it on the table.
Cassie sent him a measured look over her coffee cup before she spoke.