Chapter 59

“It’s 773-555-8451.”

“What?”

“My number. I assume you want it.”

“Yeah, maybe if you’re lucky I’ll call you sometime.” Wren punched in the number, giving Rufus a lazy and nonchalant grin, wondering if Rufus could hear his hammering heart or see how much he wanted to actually jump for joy, a move Wren thought he had never literally contemplated until this very moment.

“I guess that’s it, then. You be careful. Okay, man?” Wren paused at the now open door.

“I will.”

“And use that number.”

Rufus only nodded. “You going or what?”

“Right.”

Wren started out the door and had just about closed it when he stopped, dropped his bag, whirled around, and poked his head back into the studio. Rufus glanced up expectantly.

“Can I ask you a question?”

“Whatever.”

Wren paused for a moment, asking himselfif this was something he actually wanted to do, to give voice to. In the end his desire to know was strong enough to outweigh any concerns about sounding like a lovesick teenage girl.