I was utterly confused. "Knew how you felt about what?"
"Holland and I talk about everything. He knew about you the day I saw you dancing in the lobby. He knew when I took you Band-Aids for your feet. He made fun of me for falling for someone I'd never really had a conversation with. He. Knew. How I felt about you."
"I'm not following you, Jase. I'm sorry."
"Holland knew I loved you. He knew every secret I'd never told you. I confessed to him wanting to date you, wanting to lavish you with attention. He told me to play it cool, and then when he met you, he reiterated that sentiment. Told me the best way to handle the situation was to get to know you, get close to you, befriend you and gain your trust. I've spent the last year making sure I knew your favorite color, the way your kids lik
