Tony got up and within a minute was gone.
Wren remained on the couch, staring at Rufus. “Now you want to tell me the truth? What’s going on? I may not be as pretty as Tony, but I’m at least as bright. So trust me.”
Rufus chuckled. “You’re brighter. A lot.” He sat back down next to Wren. “Remember when I heard about Evan Maple’s death?”
“Yeah, you disappeared—for the whole night. I was worried about you.”
“I’m sorry, little man. But see, Evan and I were close.”
Wren couldn’t help it. In spite of the danger, in spite of the loss, in spite of all that was going on, he couldn’t stop the very primal stab of jealousy that caused him to shift on the couch.