Chapter 24

He wished she'd stop looking at him like that.

Crank already found it hard enough to ignore her. When she stared at him like that. As if...

I am someone special.

He'd forgotten how good it felt. How dare she make him remember.

The anger burned away the last of his guilt. Because when he'd felt her fall, off balance, he'd felt guilty.

Surprise. He hadn't thought himself still capable of it.

Fast reflexes meant he turned quick enough to catch her.

And then she looked at him.

Setting her on her feet, he dragged her to a table in the corner. And by drag, he meant he scowled at everyone in his path, and she, with a docile expression he hated, kept pace with him. Her hand resting on his arm.

The occupants of the table took one look at him and hastily removed themselves and their drinks. He parked her on a stool. Dragged the other close and sat, too.

"How did you do it?" she asked.