Chapter 11

Deacon glanced at the couch. “I could probably make it home fine now.”

The pang in my chest was so acute I spoke without thinking. “No! I mean, better not risk it, and you’re welcome to stay.” I glanced up at him, watched him consider it, and felt pervasive relief when he nodded. “Let me get you a blanket and pillow and stuff.”

If I hadn’t been watching his face, I would have missed the flash of disappointment. For a second he looked so sad that I wanted to reach out and hug him. Then it was gone, and his expression was once again politely neutral, but I knew I hadn’t imagined it. I took a deep breath, let it out slowly, and took a chance.

“Or, you know, you could come share my bed.”