“As my future. You came here all bruised and abandoned by your father, but there was something in your eyes that made me believe you were strong and very sensitive. It’s a feeling inside me and difficult to express.”
“I sure had fun skating with you.”
“We’ll do it again. Now, if you’re finished, let’s go decorate.”
They left Miss Archer’s office as if they couldn’t separate from each other, their shoulders rubbing as they walked.
Baran and Darien worked side by side, hanging ornaments and stringing up lights throughout the shelter. The festive spirit was infectious and Baran couldn’t help but smile as he watched the shelter come alive with holiday cheer. Together, they decorated a Christmas tree, their laughter mingling with the sound of carols playing softly in the background. Through it all, however, Baran couldn’t shake the feeling of Miss Archer’s eyes boring into him. Every time he looked her way, she was giving him a dirty look that made his stomach churn.
As he adjusted a garland, Darien leaned in close, his voice low. “I’m going to talk to Miss Archer about her behavior. You don’t deserve this.”
Baran nodded, grateful for Darien’s support. “Thanks. It’s really upsetting.”
Silas and Finley joined them, both carrying boxes of decorations. “Hey, Baran,” Silas said, setting down his box. “What’s going on with you and Darien? We’ve noticed you two spending a lot of time together.”
Baran hesitated, unsure how much to share. But the genuine curiosity in their eyes made him feel comfortable. “Well, Darien and I have been getting closer. We’re dating.”
“Did he really move you into his home?” Silas asked.
“Yes, but I have my own room. He wanted me to feel safe after Hawk attacked me.”
Finley’s eyes widened. “Wow, that’s big news. How’s it going?”
Baran smiled softly. “It’s great. He’s helping me get a student visa.”
Silas grinned. “That’s great to hear, Baran. You deserve some happiness after everything you’ve been through.”
“Thanks, Silas. It means a lot to have your support too.”
As they continued decorating, Baran felt a sense of warmth and friendship. Despite the challenges and the shadow of Miss Archer’s suspicions, he knew he wasn’t alone. He had Darien, Silas, and Finley by his side, and together, they were creating something beautiful.
Chapter Ten
Darien
As soon as Darienentered his office, the unmistakable aroma of pine greeted him. He sat at his desk, the soft glow of his desk lamp casting a warm light over the polished wood. A real Christmas tree, beautifully decorated, stood to the left of his desk. Darien scanned the shelves filled with books and noticed the Christmas ivy intertwined among them. The walls were adorned with framed photographs of cherished memories from Rainbow Haven events, each one with a red bow tied to thecorner. He hadn’t authorized his office to be decorated. He had been looking forward to decorating it with Baran.
The ceiling molding had colorful blinking lights that irritated his eyes. He hadn’t put those up and he wouldn’t have if he had the choice. He moved to the comfortable leather chair opposite his desk, inviting conversation. He took a deep breath, knowing the conversation ahead would be difficult, and sent Miss Archer a text.
Darien:Miss Archer, could you come to my office, please?
Moments later, Miss Archer entered, her expression guarded. “Yes, Darien?”
“Did you go over my head and decorate my office?”
“I was aiming to surprise you, but I can tell that it didn’t make you happy.” It was clear from her expression Miss Archer was upset by his question.
“I would appreciate you ask before you decorate my office.”
“I’m sorry if you don’t like it.”
“It’s not a matter of liking it or not. I had other plans.” Darien hated to treat her like this, but she was the type of person who spoke her mind and took liberties on the job she hadn’t been given. Her feelings for Darien were spiraling out of control.
“I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.”
Darien gestured for her to sit. “We need to talk about Baran.”
Her dark eyes narrowed slightly, a flicker of jealousy crossing her face. “What about him?”
