Oliver glanced down at her hand on his arm. He thought about pointing out that she was breaking her own no-touching rule, but that probably wouldn't help his attempts to win her over, and if she really had a headache, he was inclined to let just about anything slide. "Maybe you should go lie down," he said, looking at her with concern. "Don't want you fainting on the treadmill if you catch sight of Ben's ugly mug."