Chapter 11
They hadn’t said a word to each other on the cab ride home from Edgewater. Wren was keeping his own counsel, because he was afraid if he said anything to Rufus he would break the spell—the magic that had been conjured up in the darkened apartment where, it seemed to Wren, they had been paid handsomely for simply falling in love.
Although Wren’s asshole throbbed and he felt completely drained of seed, all he could think right now was that he was in love with Rufus. The tall, lanky guy sitting next to him in the cab, staring out at the high-rises lining the western side of Lake Shore Drive had, within even less than a mere twenty-four hours, become the man of his dreams, his Mr. Right, his knight in shining armor. Dare he say it? Rufus could very well be his soul mate.
The one.
