I frowned and stared at him for a while, but he wouldn’t look back at me. Derek was pretty quiet these days, quieter than usual. The holidays always gave him the blues. He’d seal himself into his purple heart and it was hard for me to get in.
Meanwhile, by the Christmas tree, Myles was trying to hang a garland from a bronze candle stick on the wall but couldn’t quite reach. I rose and walked up to him. “Let me help you with that.” I stood right behind him and took the garland from his hand. I hooked it up, leaning over his shoulder, my chest grazing his back.
“Thanks,” he said, sliding out from under me and hurrying away to the other corner of the room, where he busied himself with untangling a string of white lights.
I looked over at Derek. There was now a satisfied smile hanging on the corner of his mouth.Sohe’d caught me getting up close and personal with Myles.