Chapter 56

Wren blew out a breath. “I don’t know that I can do this. I don’t know that I want to.”

“Because of Evan’s murder? Dude! Like I said, it probably had nothing to do with the business, and even if it did, it was most likely an isolated incident. Chillingsworth will keep an eye out for us. We’ll be okay.”

And Wren realized it was not so much because of the murder—although that horror was validating—but because the night before, when he had lain in Rufus’s arms and felt him deep inside him, when their eyes had connected in mutual passion and heat, he had fallen in love with the man.

There could be no one else for him now. Paying customer or not.

Wren knew—as though he’d had an epiphany—he was not cut out to be an escort, although the idea had come to him gradually as Rufus gently kissed his neck.

“I can’t do it,” Wren said.