I wanted to be alone, but maybe a distraction would be the healthier option. Too much has happened today, and I will only end up wallowing in self-pity if I stay in my room. I have to move past this as quickly as possible or I will drown. Miles lounges behind a desk in the command center. He is also deep in the cooler-than-necessary room, so I have to wade through the bodies standing around, suffering their unwanted attention. A few men do not move, forcing me to push against them. By the time I reach Miles, I am irritated on top of everything else. He sits with his booted feet up on the desk, a tablet computer resting against his lap. While he looks at ease, I am keenly aware of the hum of male voices and how they surround me on all sides. My nerves jump, prepared for any of them to attack, verbally or otherwise. Miles does not look up when I stop beside him, so I swipe at his feet and they drop like rocks. The blond woman sitting on his other side turns toward us.
