I love him. I love him. Sarcastic, floppy-haired Clifford Burke. I love the man I—damn it—set up with my sister. The man who told me he’s sorting through his feelings for me, and I was too stubborn to address them. The man who called me in a panic when he lost his girls. The man who depended on me, who gave me a bed under his roof, even when we hadn’t talked for days. I love this man.
