I didn’t follow her out of the kitchen on her little exploration; instead, I sat back and enjoyed my coffee, waiting for the result. Would she question, even mention it or let it go?

It was her first real test of sorts, I wanted her curious, of course, but I waited to see how she handled that curiosity. I knew which way I wanted it to go, and my body reacted to the idea that it had started.

My pulse beat with anticipation of what laid ahead. I had her training already ...