The thought made me quiet with fear, as did the possibility of my feelings for Liam progressing and how it might look like either revenge or “rebound,” as I’ve heard people call it when a relationship turns foul and the wounded instantly flocks to another. But I would know the truth. I would be the only one in the world to know the truth, that what I had for this man beside me in the car was a subtle inner sense, one I didn’t fully understand, but that drew me to him, as mysteriously to me as how billions of birds each year arrive where they need to be, tuning into low-frequency sound waves or barometric pressure to help them along.“Mind if I make a quick stop?” he asked, pulling into a sandy, bumpy parking lot.“Of course not,” I said. When I saw the sign for a florist, I looked at him curiously.“What did you want, a dozen?”“Oh, come on,” I chided. “I know I said it, but I didn’t really mean it. I don’t need roses.”He looked at me with non-believing eyes.“Yard sale signs,”
