But when Kai’s rough knuckles brush against mine, the observation and my accompanying curiosity swiftly float away on a salty breeze. My eyes flick up to find a crease of concern nestling between his brows. “Are you all right?” The question is worrying enough to startle one in response. “Why, do I not look all right?” “Gray, you always look far more than all right.” He says this with a low chuckle, his voice soft enough to slip past the guards unnoticed. “But I know this is a lot. I want to make sure you’re doing okay.” “Quite the gentleman you’ve become,” I croon. “Only for you.”
