Page 46 of Broken Trust
She nods.
“If you ever want to bring him by, I’d be happy to create a low-impact workout plan.”
“Really?”
“Of course. It’s important to make it specific for him so he doesn’t get overwhelmed. Something he can actually do and feel good about.”
“That’d be wonderful.”
We head toward the door.
The afternoon sunlight spills across the walkway outside.
The academy buzzes with activity.
Students move between buildings.
Staff members crisscross the grounds.
Somewhere in the distance, I hear cheering from one of the arenas.
Then a familiar voice calls out, “Well, there are my favorite ladies.”
I turn.
Cabe is jogging toward us, all sweaty and sun-kissed. With a huge grin on his face.
“Why do you look so happy?” Charli asks.
“Because I get to accompany you two beauties to lunch.”
She smirks. “Do you plan on getting free meals at my dining hall every day?”
“As long as Grandma Evelyn is there, absolutely.”
Charli rolls her eyes.
“Not my fault y’all stole my cook.”
“You are a grown man, Cabe Trust,” she says. “You can feed yourself.”
“Since when?”
I laugh.
Charli shakes her head. “Grandma’s only helping for a couple of weeks. Until our permanent chef arrives.”
“What took them so long?” he asks.
“Her son came down with chicken pox.”
Cabe winces. “Poor kid.”
Together, we start walking, and the smell of fresh bread drifts through the air.
My stomach growls.
Apparently, trying to force bored teenagers to learn burns a lot of calories.
