Power“Okay, okay, okay!” Ehrien had been pulling at Oliver’s cheeks for the last fifteen minutes, not only to make sure he was actually alive but because he had always hated it—and the lying i***t deserved it. “Please stop?”
“I’m not sure you deserve the peace.” She squinted her eyes at him, and Oliver had the decency to smile shyly, slightly embarrassed. Then Ehrien’s hands took hold of his and squeezed them firmly. “I missed you so much, Ollie. So very much...”
His eyes softened and he hugged her. “I did too.”
Heath sat down at their table holding three glasses of some other substance Ehrien was unfamiliar with. The three had sat on a sun deck to the side of the square, enjoying the good outdoors.
“Now can you tell me what happened?”
Oliver glanced at Heath, almost asking him permis
