Chapter 13

Suddenly, the room felt smaller and somebody had cranked up the heat.

“Drink?” He showed me the bottle.

“Yeah, all right, thanks.”

While Myles poured, I bent to Derek’s ear. “How are you feeling?”

He too, seemed mesmerized by Myles. “Really good tonight,” he said, his gaze lingering all over Myles’s serious face.

I took the glass from Myles and our eyes met for a shocking second that sent a lightning bolt straight into my jeans. It was purely physical. He had those O’Reilly genes I reacted to in a chemical way. That was all it was. I wasn’t blind and I wasn’t dead. “Well, cheers.” I downed my drink, looking away, hoping I didn’t appear too flustered. “Welcome back to Montreal.”

“Thanks.” Myles wouldn’t look directly at me either. He too, seemed a bit flushed.

“This is nice,” Derek said. “I’m so glad you’re here, Myles!”

“Me too…” Myles moved away, turning to look at the painting on the easel. “Wow. Who knew you had this gift? You’re so talented, Derek.”