He noticed, on an end table, a portable music dock for an iPhone. Rufus’s phone was docked, and Wren wanted to bring it to life, see what kind of playlists the man had. Would he be surprised again? Bach instead of Black Eyed Peas?
Another surprise emerged from behind the couch—a jet-black cat with eyes that were almost yellow hopped up on the couch next to Wren and began sniffing him and rubbing its forehead against him, marking him as its own.
“Who are you?” Wren whispered to the cat, stroking its silken fur. He thought he might well ask the same question of Rufus.
The cat eyed him with those amazing irises, almost as if he or she understood the question.
Rufus returned, clad in a pair of loose-fitting workout shorts and an oversized T-shirt with the image of a phoenix emblazoned acro
