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“That’s cool.”
She shrugged. “I guess. But I think in some ways, it was really unhealthy for me. I was afraid to go out when I was younger, afraid I’d be recognized. I think it’s what triggered my sleepwalking back then. There was a level of fear instilled in me that I worked hard to get over. Years of therapy helped, and eventually, I accepted it as my normal.” She rolled her eyes. “As normal as it is for people to stop me for a photo or ask about my parents.” She shook her head, realizing she’d been rambling. “I’m sorry. I don’t know why I told you all of that when we were talking about sightseeing.”
He laid his hand atop hers. “You can tell me anything.”
She leaned over and placed a kiss on his cheek. “Thanks, Olly.”
His eyes locked with hers before drifting down to her lips. “Anytime.”
She smiled as she sat back and looked ahead out the windshield, trying to calm her racing heart. What was she doing?
“The coast is clear, miss,” Andre suddenly said as they approached her home.
“Okay.”
He stopped the vehicle next to the gate, entered the code, and the gate swung open.
“I’m just going to pick up a few things. Want to come in?” she asked Oliver.
“Sure.”
They approached the house, and she opened the door and stood to the side, making a sweeping motion with her arm to usher him inside.
“Welcome to my humble abode.”