They were close. Very close. But Ronan wasn't backing off. The space between them could be closed by half a step—or even less. So close that Ronan could feel the warmth exuding from the other man. A hearth, a place to call home, Ronan desperately wanted to wrap his arms around him and bury his face into his shoulder. But he couldn't do that.

He could, however, make sure Adam got some damn rest. "That can wait," he promised, reaching out and grabbing the side of the ladder. Doing so effectively trapped Adam against him.

"I'm tired. You'll tuck me in, won't you?"