“You look so sad,” she whispered. “You’re a dream.” “If I had a puppy for every time a man said that to me,” Jordan said. He didn’t smile. “How long ago?” “Decade. Give or take.” “Where’s your dreamer?” He hated saying it. He hated everything. He couldn’t take it anymore. He didn’t have it in him to love another dream. It hurt too bad. Loving anything did.
