The rooms seemed lighter, brighter. Or maybe that was just the effect of having Ollie around. He made sure the blinds and curtains were all fully open and switched on all my halogen spotlights whenever a cloud hid the sun. I grumbled about the electricity bill, but secretly I was glad to have him do it as it meant I had an even better view of him as he fussed over me. Who am I trying to fool? It was brighter because his smile could outshine all the halogen lamps in the world. It was my own personal sun, and I basked in its warmth. All I wanted was to make him happy so I’d see it all the time. I’d been home for a couple of days when I realised Ollie’s café plans had hit a major obstacle. We’d spent the morning going through a long list of projected setup expenses and regular expenses for the first financial year, along with his savings and projected income, and I’d input it all onto a spreadsheet for him. Strictly speaking, I wasn’t meant to be working, and James had given me a week off, with a plan to ease back into work gradually after that.
