"You're scary," Olive muttered and bit her lower lip. Wayne's heart stopped beating as he stared at her lips. She pouted them and he shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

"Whatever you do, let me live. Please," she pleaded.

"You would. Don't worry," he replied dryly. She nodded nervously and looked down at her plate. She needed to eat. She was starving. So, she ate as much as she could. It was a silent meal, with her not even looking up at him once. That however, gave him enough ...