“I just know that the game is the most important thing to Reed right now.” Grayson’s trademark frown was still creasing his forehead, but his expression somehow seemed softer. “Do you really believe that?” “Why wouldn’t I?” He shook his head, like he was disappointed in me. “Because if you knew Reed at all, you would know that’s bullshit,” he replied. “There’s plenty that matters more to him than the game. Like his family, his friends. And now, you.”
