Chapter 20

“You can if they’re bugging you. It’s a matter of degrees, guy. I mean you surely get to strike out at some bugger who’s attacking you.”

“You weren’t.”

“You didn’t know that.”

“I should have.”

“If things got as bad as I fear they might have, I wouldn’t be surprised if you suffer from PTSD. Would be quite common under the circumstances.” He got up and moved to Tom Alan. “Not your fault. I caught you off guard.” He squeezed Tom Alan’s shoulder. “Frack, you’re not so strong. I wouldn’t have even fallen if I wasn’t standing on ice.”

Even without looking, Tom Alan could sense the sexy grin brightening Milo’s face. “I don’t like the automatic part.” His breath fogged the glass. “Makes it feel out of control.”

“Uh-uh. You controlled it. No shiner.” Milo pointed to his cocoa browns. Tom Alan caught the move in the reflection in the window. “No busted beak.” Milo pointed to his nose. “No fat lip.” He pointed to his lips—then licked them.