You didn’t even call Tahiti.” “You don’t have to apologize,” I told him. “Some of the time.” He hesitated, just for a fraction of a second, then stepped forward. “It’s possible that I was deprived of maternal attention as a child unless I was bleeding.” “Skye noticed if you were bleeding?” I asked. “I hate it when you do that,” I told him. When he stood up, he gave no signs of being worse for wear. But just like the first time I’d met him, he landed in a crouch.
Without a moment’s hesitation, Jameson dropped from the wall. “Your grandfather left me a game,” I said. He was at the top, where the angles became treacherous, his body held to the wall through sheer force of will. Unafraid.ĬHAPTER 28 I found Jameson on the climbing wall. The tendency to guard my heart-and the ability, once those guards were down, to love fiercely, deeply, unapologetically. “It’s fine.” On my way out the door, I thought about my mom and all the ways we were alike. But that poem…” I didn’t make her say anything else.
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