“You might be the nicest person I’ve ever met,” I whisper. My thumb strokes his cheek, and he sighs. “What did I do to deserve you in my life, Dallas?” “I ask myself that every day. You’re my best friend, Maven. You know that, right?” I nod, a bob of my head, because words are too hard to use right now. I hold his gaze, though, so he knows he’s my best friend, too. “I take care of the people I care about, and you’re on that list, right below June. Some days you take the top spot, not because I love my daughter any less, but because what I feel for you is different than what I feel for her.” He
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