Chapter 7
BY THE TIME LUNCH ROLLED around the next day, Courtney was gone from my thoughts—at least temporarily.
“You got a lunch date again?” Hillary asked as she did repairs on an old book, grinning at me.
I shook my head, grabbing my bag where I’d brought a book to read from home. “No. I was just planning on sitting in the sun and reading for a little while.”
It was the one thing I missed, while I worked all day. The sunshine. Being able to go outside any time I liked. I missed my garden back home, back in my own realm. I missed cooking with natural vegetables I had grown myself. There was something so satisfying at creating my own food, and I missed that since coming here.
The library had windows, but it was also inside a large college, so only one wall had natural light. And bein
