I felt a chill run down my spine, my lips parting. What if it was? That possibility was as scary as anything, and all three comfort I had started to build with Grey started to relegate to the back of my mind, letting the feat and the stories I had beard of him initially take precedence again.
"You..."
"I didn't," he said simply, then leaned back again. "I wish I had thought about it, however. But that would mean I cared enough."
I bit down on my lips. It did comfort me that he would take the extra step of making sure I didn't see him as a murderer. My mind eased somewhat, and I met his eyes again.
"You cared for Samantha," I said slowly, my eyes darting across both of his.
"In the beginning, yes. When it was an innocent case of falling for your best friend. Yes, I did. And maybe Kevin
