Chapter 15
Wren continued into the living room to find Rufus letting in one of the most gorgeous African American men he had ever seen. The guy followed Rufus into the living room and directed a weak smile at Wren. The man’s pale, almost amber eyes contrasting so wonderfully with his dusky skin struck Wren. He had never seen eyes so arresting.
“This is Tony,” Rufus offered. “No worries. He works for the service.”
Sure he does. With looks like that—the shaved head, the muscles, the pouting and full lips fashioned expressly for kissing—what else could he do, other than be a supermodel?
“Hi, I’m Wren.”
Tony shook his hand.
“Why don’t we all sit down? Tony here says he has some news.”
They sat, looking expectantly at Tony.
Tony began, “It’s Chillingsworth. I don’t know how to put this.
