Exclusive Excerpt from Milo
by Lily Morton
I feel my cheeks flush and hope it looks like it’s the cold. I look at the man who’s just appeared and sigh. Niall Fawcett. Estate manager of Chian Mor. I’ve known him all my life, as in his teenage years he practically lived with us. He’s my brother’s best friend and the man I crushed on for years.
He’s gorgeous. Tall with wide shoulders, narrow hips, and legs that go on for days. With a head of shiny white-blond hair that looks fashionably messy and piercing blue eyes, he looks more like a Nordic model than an estate manager. He was the subject of many of my wet dreams when I was a teenager, which is slightly awkward, but it needn’t be for one very good reason.
“It’s bloody cold in here,” he says, coming into the room fully and striding over to the radiator. “Jesus,” he mutters, standing up and coming over to me. “The radiator’s out.” I swallow hard as he grabs my hands. “Fucking hell, Lo, your hands are freezing. You’ll make yourself ill again. You’ve only just got over that flu you had a couple of months ago.” He ruffles my hair affectionately, sending strands of it falling messily out of my ponytail.
Yes, that is the reason why it’s not awkward. Niall completely missed out on the memo that I’m a grown man now and not the small, nervous child who shadowed his footsteps through the long school summer holidays or even the damaged man he brought back here. He treats me like I’m seven and although I know the reason and adore him for it, it’s still fucking aggravating.