7 Chapter 7

As Tyler circled the car, trying to look everywhere at once, Ange resisted the urge to touch him, just wrap his arms around those squared shoulders and hug the boy back against him, assure him everything would be okay. They were here now, he was safe. Like Stacy, there was something in Tyler Ange wanted to protect, something he wanted to shield from the rest of the world, an ache he wanted to take away and a soft innocence he wanted to buffer and save for himself.

You just met the guy.The kid would probably be gone tomorrow; why even torture himself comparing him to Stacy? He wasn’t one to wallow in self-pity or regret—Stacy was beyond his reach now, and Tyler only passing through.