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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