Capítulo 259: Chapter 259: Oliver

I don't go looking for trouble, I swear. It has a habit of finding me. You must know that by now. But I have to admit that little thrill of relief I felt at Oliver's words told me more about myself than anything else I'd accepted in my thirty years.

"I know," I said, calm washing through me as though I'd been waiting for someone else to say it first. And watched that same relief pass over his handsome face.

"Dizziness," he said while I nodded, "disorientation. The feeling that something is out of sync." My head bobbed agreement so much and so rapidly I was getting a headache. Oliver tossed his hands at his sides, a faint smile on his wide mouth. Sunlight caught the scruff of his unshaven cheeks, the gray of his eyes. We stood there in the quiet of my back yard, absorbing the fact neither of us judged the other for what we were feeling. What a novelty that was.