“Everything is just…hard.” He stopped swinging his feet. But the sound still pounded in my ears, so I guessed it was my heart, after all. I froze, regretting the depressing monologue instantly. “God, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to say all that.” I started furiously stirring the ground beef mixture as I fought back tears. Reed dropped his chin to his chest, his jaw going tense as his fingers curled around the edge of the countertop, and he blew out a long breath. “Tell me more about your dreams,” he said softly. I shook my head. “It doesn’t matter.” “It does matter. Sounds like you need someone to
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