Over the last couple of days, as I’d packed up my life for an extended, and unknown, period of time, Devan had been a quiet force in the background. He’d spoken less words to me in three days than Rigby had said to me in one tour of the house. But he’d been there whenever Huey needed anything, and had allowed me to focus on getting my life organized.

He’d also done small, thoughtful things that I still didn’t know how to interpret. Like hiring a company to come and secure my house and put in alarms that would go to a local security firm.

I would never have had the money to do that. But was he doing it to be kind, or did he do it to make me feel indebted to him, to them?

I made it up the stairs, and then got briefly turned around. Left was the cinema? Or was that Devan’s room? I knew if I moved to the right, I’d get to my room eventually, or the library, and then I could slip across the nursery to my room. I totally took a wrong turn and ended up in the library, but that was okay. I’d make it out eventually.

The library was extensive, and had everything from business texts to hardback classics, even some paperback crime novels. What interested me the most was the small case of romance novels.

Who read those? A girlfriend?

Shit, why hadn’t I asked them about girlfriends? Jesus, I was a dumbass. They were pro athletes. When I’d been doing a little research, I’d found Devan in a Forbes “30 under 30” article, which was basically a wishlist for debutantes. Of course they had girlfriends.

It didn’t matter to me, of course, because that wasn’t why I was here. It’d be fine. Yep, fine.

The door to the nursery was already open a fraction. River must have brought Huey in through this door instead of going through my room. I was touched by his thoughtfulness.