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He rubs my back, and I suck in a deep breath.

“That’s it. Another deep breath,” he coaches me.

I lean against him as I try to calm down. It takes a few minutes, but I’m soon feeling better. Or as good as I can feel at this moment.

“Come on. My place is only a few blocks this way.”

Miles wraps his arm around my shoulder and supports me as we walk down the sidewalk to his place.

“Here it is.”

I look up at the townhouse, taking in the small-town charm of the building.

“You own the whole thing?” I ask as we head up the stairs.

He unlocks the door. “Yeah. Jensen lives right next door,” he says, pointing to the townhouse to his left.

“It’s good he’s so close.”

“Yeah, it comes in handy. We can carpool to work, and it’s easy to hang out.”

We head inside, and I look around the tidy space.

“I’ll give you the tour before you shower and get some rest,” he says.

“Okay.”

“Kitchen, living room, and laundry room are here on the first floor.”

I look around for a moment before he takes my hand, and we head for the stairs.

“How many floors is it?”

“Three. This is floor two,” he says as we step off the last stair. “There’s another living space, a bathroom, and the main bedroom on this floor. The floor above has another bathroom and two bedrooms, but I use it mainly for storage.”

“Where am I staying?” I ask as I look up at the floor above us. My entire body hurts, and I’m not sure I can make it up another floor. Not with the way my head is pounding and how tired I feel.

“You can take my room. The guest rooms aren’t set up for anyone.”

“And you?”

“I’ll take the couch. Right here in case you need anything or Jensen calls.”

“I can take the couch,” I offer.

He shakes his head. “No, it’s fine. You’ll be more comfortable in the bed. I’ll need to check on you every hour. Make sure that you’re all right.”

My head protests as I nod.

“Come on. I’ll get you a change of clothes and help you turn on the shower.”

“Okay.”

His room smells so good, and I try to be discreet as I breathe in his masculine scent. It’s as if everything about this guy is designed to put me at ease. Like he’s exactly what I need, what I didn’t realize I was missing.

“Here you go,” Miles says as he passes me a shirt, sweatpants, and a pair of his boxers.

“Thanks.”