“Children,” Rowena commented mildly. She was sitting at the computer desk, trawling eBay.
“Do you want a rematch?” Striker offered. “I'll even give you a five second head start.”
“Okay, but no head start. If I can't win on my own merits, I don't want to win at all,” I announced, taking the moral high ground.
“Your funeral,” Striker shrugged nonchalantly.
The past few weeks had been idyllic; enjoying the company of people I was coming to love had given me a new lease on life. My days were continuously filled with happiness and it showed in my overall well-being. Looking in the mirror now, the girl who looked back at me was happy and healthy, with bright eyes, skin that glowed with good health, shining hair. The scars from my k********g ordeal had faded to almost nothing, although if I l
