Chapter Thirty-One
I wasn’t a fainter. Really, I wasn’t. At least, I didn’t think I was . . . until today.
With all the crazy that happened within the last few hours, could anyone blame me for taking a nosedive to the floor when I spotted Charlie standing in the kitchen doorway? With all the head banging, I was surprised I hadn’t gone into a coma. Now my head was throbbing from the front and the back.
Moaning, I opened my eyes and gazed up at a fully dressed Greg. My head laid on his lap as he sat on a beanbag. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah. I think so.”
“It was him, wasn’t it, the guy in your dreams? It was Cooper all this time.”
My throat constricted. I was finally hearing it said out loud for the first time. Going back in time, falling in love with a young Cooper, it was real. The dreams
