Page 71 of You'll Be the Death of Me

“Look, that’s my house,” she said, and reached across Cole to point. “The third one up from that corner right there.”

She felt his eyes drag over her bare arm in front of him and then follow the end of her finger. “Yeah, I think I see it.”

“And Pergo is somewhere over there.” She moved her arm two ticks to the left and pointed more toward downtown.

“Where does Jason live?” Cole asked.

“Over there,” Dell said, and moved her arm back toward her house.

“And your parents?”

“There.” She pointed at Pacific Heights, the hilly section of the city where she grew up. “Feel free to keep quizzing me; I know this bay like the back of my hand.” She smiled at him.

“Okay,” he said with a return smile. “Berkeley.”

“There.” She pointed across the water, north of Oakland.

“Alcatraz.”

She rolled her eyes and pointed down at the rocky island right below them.

“Angel Island?”

“The big one over there,” she said, and pointed farther into the bay.

“Chinatown.”

She did another swoop with her arm and pointed toward downtown. “There.”

“Um, that about exhausts my knowledge of local geography,” he said with a shy smile. “Oh! One more: the place where they filmedStar Wars.”

Dell smiled and turned her torso to point backward. “You must have really been a nerd if you can rememberStar Warsbut nothing about your life. That’s actually behind us, in Muir Woods.” Her new position brought her chest near his. She felt his eyes on her more than where she was pointing. Instead of turning back around, she planted her arm behind her and twisted to face him. Her knee pressed into his thigh.

Neither of them pulled back.

“Dell,” Cole said softly after a long moment of gazing at each other. “I have to tell you something.”

She raised her eyebrows in silent question, having no idea what he might confess.

“I lied to you in the freezer.”

At this, she frowned. “About what?”

Cole looked down at his hands and bit his lip. A wave of nerves pulsed off him. Whatever he was going to say was a big deal, Dell could tell. He lifted his gaze to meet hers again. “When I said I felt a pull from something familiar here but couldn’t say what, that was a lie. It’s you.Youare familiar to me, Dell.”

She blinked at him, trying to process.

“From the moment I saw you from your front door this morning, I’ve felt like I know you. There’s some spark of recognitionthere, but I can’t place it, and I obviously can’t remember anything from before. But is it... possible?” He looked at her with bald hope in his dark eyes. “Do we know each other?”

Dell studied him back, shocked and hopeful and suddenly thrumming with nerves. “Okay, this is going to sound crazy, but—”

“I don’t think anything could be crazier than the present situation,” he interrupted.

“Agreed, but still.” She brought her arm around so her hands were in her lap and turned to fully face him. “I’ve been having these...visions. Of you. And me. And they feel like memories, but I know they’ve never happened before.”

His eyes grew in interest. “What kind of visions?”

She nervously bit her lip, worried he was going to think she was nuts, but plowed on anyway. “They are of us, in a cabin or something, and then outside in the snow. I don’t really know; they are quick and not a lot of detail. But we are happy, and it’s like we’re... together.”