CHAPTER 29
NOTHING GOOD EVER lasts, does it?
Oliver hauled me back to reality the day after our shower adventure with a reminder that I needed to go to his office for a formal interview. And it wouldn’t just be him there. No, I’d have to spill the sordid details in front of his co-counsel and assistant.
And the court case was getting closer—it began in eight days. Oliver had avoided discussing it, but I saw the subtle changes in him—the deepening lines on his forehead, the way he’d zone out for a few seconds at a time while we ate dinner, the nights he’d head straight back to his study after s*x, leaving me to lie awake and worry.
“What will happen?” I asked him one evening over dinner.
“I can’t talk about it. I’m skirting ethical boundaries enough with you at the moment, and I need t
