He didn’t think so.
The knock came again, and this time the door knob rattled. As he hurried to answer it, he heard Roger’s voice through the door. “Open this b***h up!”
Wes’s hand trembled above the twisting knob.
Roger tugged on the knob again, hard, banging the door against the jamb. At Wes’s feet, the dog growled. “I know you’re in there,” Roger called out. “Your goddamn car’s in the street. Open up—”
“Hold on.” Wes hoped he sounded calmer than he felt, but his mind was a whirlwind of fear. He’s here. HERE. Why didn’t he call? Did he see Nathan? Oh, my God, does he KNOW? The knob twisted in his hand as he unlocked the door. “Roger, I said…”
His boyfriend shoved into his apartment, dressed in the same clothes he’d had on when he left the day before, only now they were rumpled,
