Chapter 65

“You don’t know what?”

“Maybe I thought it was better we have no contact.”

Wren swallowed hard. The sting of the statement hurt as much as if Rufus had slapped his face.

“There’s a lot you don’t know.” Rufus let out a long breath, almost like a sigh. “About me.”

Wren thought of all he knew. Again, he cautioned himself about letting on that he was aware of what he had read while Rufus was missing. So he said, “You can talk to me, you know. I realize we’re not best friends or that we haven’t known each other long at all, but you know something? I’m pretty good at picking up right away whether or not I click with someone, and I know we clicked.”

“Boy, did we ever,” Rufus said, so softly that Wren questioned if he had actually voiced the words or if his own wishful thinking had supplied them.