Chapter 2
Myles curled into Amery’s embrace much later that Sunday night, well sated—and more to the point, well loved. “You make me feel so special,” he whispered.
“You are special,” Amery replied, kissing his temple. “The most wonderful man I have ever known. You have been since the day we met.”
“The day you kept me from making a fool of myself, or worse,” Myles replied, remembering.
They had met purely by accident—that is Myles’s near-accident. It was Friday afternoon, and he’d been at the annual four-day Fourth of July arts festival in Cherry Creek. The ostensible reason was to do as everyone else was—enjoy the day and the works the various artists had on display. Actually, he was looking for jewelry. Not to buy, but to steal. Given the quality of everything on display, since it wa
