Mateo watched Kayla walk through the rundown house, investigating every corner, taking copious notes, and discussing the necessary repairs with her two compatriots. Although he’d done a little construction work, helped with repairs around the mission, and even remodeled parts of the dormitory, his knowledge and skill was far below that of the pretty American. He’d seen the change in her eyes when he mentioned the possibility of Eduardo helping with the renovation. Instead of the worry evident when he walked up, warmth had appeared. Perhaps even a hint of admiration. And although he knew pride was a sin, he couldn’t stop the swelling in his chest whenever he thought of her admiring his compassion for the street kids. Few foreign volunteers seemed to see him as much more than a handyman who was always around to take care of whatever needed to be done. Paul and Angie headed for the hallway, saying something about checking out the bathroom fixtures. Kayla still stood under the hole where a light fixture should be, making notes.
