Breakfast and Blushes

Gideon watched Cora, who was preparing breakfast, from the door. His gaze did not so much as waver, and it made Cora uncomfortable when she turned around several times and caught him.

She was at a loss for words. “Could you read the newspaper or something, Uncle Gideon?”

I can't even cook a meal in peace with him staring at me like that. I wonder if a donkey kicked him in the head once. He's so we