Chapter 4
I hadn’t seen much of Lucas since he’d brought me home a few days before, and that was okay with me. We hadn’t been on set at the same time, but we’d passed each other as we went about our jobs. He didn’t acknowledge me further than a head tip in my direction, and I returned the gesture. I couldn’t be sure what had actually happened that night and what my compromised brain had made up.
I asked the cat, but Optimus had no answers.
It didn’t matter anyway. At least, that’s what I told myself. Lucas and I were coworkers, nothing more, and he obviously still had a problem with me. While I was sure he had been nice when he brought me home, it was probably just because I was out of it. I had to give him credit for that. He could have left me to my own devices. I would have thanked h
