Chapter 45

Brandon handed back the towel, then he looked up directly at me. I held his gaze, not looking away. A myriad of emotions crossed his expressive face before a look of determination settled. He took a deep breath, then another, before he deliberately walked toward me. I held my ground. I had to admire the resolute set of his shoulders.

He stopped in front of me, but a good two feet away. I was once again struck by his much-smaller size, and seized by the desire to wrap him up and keep him safe. He commanded my whole attention, just by being there in front of me, and I let him have the full weight of my gaze. It only took him a moment to crack.

“J-J-Jared? W-w-what have I d-d-done?” Brandon’s voice was quiet, the hint of a southern accent softening the edges of his words.

“You haven’t done anything,” I reassured him, making sure I spoke softly.