Devin’s eyes followed Miles’ back as he retreated to the kitchen. He wasn’t thinking of the call Miles was about to make or wondering why Miles had to make it in the kitchen. Devin’s mind was stuck instead on the brief squeeze Miles gave to his shoulder. His hand had felt like a brand on Devin’s skin through his layers of T-shirt and sweatshirt and the feeling had not gone away.
Devin was baffled at the feelings he was having. It was an ordinary gesture, so Devin didn’t understand why it made him feel the way he did. But Miles…Miles had suddenly come into his life, disrupting what normality he’d managed to achieve since the death of his family. And suddenly Devin’s life was in danger and he needed someone to protect him. Devin realized it was not Miles’ job to do that. But Devin knew he w
