Aboard, the gentle rocking motion of the train and perhaps relief that he was no longer going to have to do battle with a psychotic madwoman allowed Rufus to relax a bit, his head on Wren’s shoulder.
When the conductor came around, checking for tickets, he eyed the two men warily, but Wren didn’t care.
* * * *
The heat had intensified, even on the short train ride home. As Wren headed down Catalpa Avenue with Rufus, he couldn’t wait to get inside his air-conditioned apartment. Maybe once out of the heat and away from the stress of going to Kenilworth, Rufus would finally listen to reason. He had promised to call the cops, and Wren intended to make sure the promise wasn’t an empty one
Once inside, Wren took Rufus in his arms. He kissed him gently. Rufus pulled away, smiling at him.
“What was that for?”