“You talked in your sleep,” I said. His brow furrowed. “I did?” “Yeah.” I smiled wryly. “What did I say?” “You whispered ‘come on Eileen.’” A grin spread across his face. “What do you think you wanted me to do?” I asked, tilting my head. “The same thing I always want you to do. I want you to look at me the way you look at mustard.” LookMustardEileen Book:Say You'll Remember Me Source: Say You'll Remember Me