Full Attention

and watch him. Miles takes his seat on the couch and gives the TV his full attention.

Dillon is giving me his full attention, but I look away and head to the kitchen to find something to eat. There isn't much, considering I haven't cooked all week, so I grab all the stuff I need from the refrigerator in order to make a sandwich. When I turn around, Dillon is still staring. Only now he's staring from about a foot away, instead of all the way from the living room.

He smiles, then steps forward and reaches into the refrigera- tor, coming inches from my face. "So you're Corbin's little sis?"

I think I'm with Miles on this one. I don't much like Dillon, either.

Dillon's eyes aren't anything like Miles's eyes. When Miles looks at me, his eyes hide everything. Dillon's eyes don't hide anything, and right now, they're clearly undressing me.

"Yes," I say simply as I make my way around him. I walk to the pantry and open it to look for the bread. Once I find it, I set it on the bar and begin making my sandwich. I lay out breau for an extra sandwich to take to Cap. He's kind of grown on me in the little time I've lived here. I found out he works up to fourteen hours a day sometimes but only because he lives in the building alone and doesn't have anything better to do. He seems to appreciate my company and especially gifts in the form of food, so until I make more friends here, I guess I'll be spending my downtime with an eighty-year-old.

Dillon casually leans against the counter. "You a nurse or

something?" He opens his beer and brings it to his mouth but

pauses before taking a drink. He wants me to answer him first.

"Yep," I say with a clipped voice.

He smiles and takes a swig of his beer. I continue making my sandwiches, intentionally trying to appear closed off, but Dillon doesn't seem to take the hint. He just continues to stare at me until my sandwiches are made.I'm not offering to make him a damn sandwich if that's why he's still here.

"I'm a pilot," he says. He doesn't say it in a smug way, but when no one's asking you what your occupation is, voluntarily contributing it to the conversation naturally comes off as smug "I work at the same airline as Corbin."

He's staring at me, waiting for me to be impressed by the fact that he's a pilot. What he doesn't realize is that all the men in my life are pilots. My grandfather was a pilot. My father was a pilot until he retired a few months ago. My brother is a pilot

"Dillon, if you're trying to impress me, you're going about it the wrong way. I much prefer a guy with a little more modesty and a lot less wife." My eyes flash down to the wedding ring on his left hand.

"Game just started," Miles says, walking into the kitchen, di- recting his words toward Dillon. His words might be innocuous, but his eyes are definitely telling Dillon that he needs to return to the living room.

Dillon sighs as if Miles just stripped away all his fun. "It's good to see you again, Tate," he says, acting as if the conver- sation would have come to an end whether Miles decided it should or not. "You should join us in the living room." His eyes scroll over Miles, even though he's speaking to me. "Apparently, the game just started." Dillon straightens up and shoulders past Miles, heading back into the living room.

Miles ignores Dillon's display of annoyance and slides his hand into his back pocket, pulling out a key. He hands it to me.

"Go study at my place."

It's not a request.

It's a demand,

"I'm fine studying here." I set the key on the counter and put the lid back on the mayonnaise, refusing to be displaced from my own apartment by three boys.

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