“I do, though.” Halloran’s face bears such an expression of torment my chest starts to hurt. “Worry about you.” Now I’m confused. “Because of Grayson?” “Because I think of you nonstop. You’re legging it through my mind daily, Clem. You were long before I kissed you.” “What?” I think I physically stumble backward. “You’re not interested in me.” “I’m not?” A slight smile twists at the corner of his mouth. “You should tell my dreams that.”
