Ignoring his reaction, Alexis took a sip from the thermos, her actions fluid and unconcerned. Leonel's eyes lingered on her lips, and he wondered if she realized she was overstepping boundaries.

Weren't they practically family now?

He told himself not to overthink it. Perhaps he was reading too much into her actions, and she hadn't intended any seduction.

Lost in thought, he suddenly realized he was holding the thermos.

Leaning back in the leather seat, her head propped on her hand, Alexis smiled. “It's good for you. Daniel mentioned you've been making progress lately. I noticed you're walking much better. With the cold weather, does your leg still bother you?"