Chapter 8
Oliver was very honest about me meeting Cameron. I’d seen photos of the brown-haired boy with freckles and a cheeky, mischievous smile.
“I know we’ve been having a good time,” he said one evening as we were having a moonlit stroll around the neighbourhood. “But I want to wait until we’re both sure this is what we want before I introduce him to you. He needs routine and people who are constant in his life.”
“I understand. I’d probably do the same thing.”
He took my hand in his and pulled me to him. “Thanks for understanding.” We kissed beneath the shadow of a street tree. “I have a feeling it’ll happen sooner rather than later, though.”
“I can’t wait to meet him,” I said. “He sounds like quite a character.”
Oliver nodded. “Oh, he is. Don’t worry about that. He’ll ask you any
