Chapter Eighteen

Making each other look good.

I rest all morning but by midday I was hungry and bored. Not a good combination. With Blake’s support I managed to hop into the canteen at lunchtime. Yet again, all eyes on me as I enter the room but this time they all cheer and clap at me. My face burns red from the attention and I quickly join the lunch queue to pick out my meal.

The kitchen staff kindly placed my lunch into a bag rather than even let me attempt to carry a tray. My favourite empty table was available and as I headed over to it, I suddenly stopped and turned.

He was watching my every move.

As my eyes met Spike’s, I hobbled over to his table. Having spent the morning thinking about what I want to do when I saw him, I was expecting it to be difficult and require strength. But now that I was here, it felt natural.

“Thank you!” I said to him.

“What for?” He looks up at me with narrow eyes, still holding the attitude. I’ll offer the olive branch and he can take time to consider it.

“You