“Were you sent to find me then? Is that why you were in the area?” “No, I’ve known about you for years.” That got me to lower the pillow and stare over at him. “Then what?” His nose scrunched. “I didn’t want to meet you now, and I didn’t want to years ago. I almost started looking for you once but I changed my mind.” He focused on the fireplace again. “No offense.”
Is she supposed to be you're better/other half? You're significant other?
