Ezra
I can’t look Ray in the eye after what I’ve done—what Wren and I have done.
“You’re awfully quiet today, EJ,” he says, eyes narrowed.
“I’m thinking,” I lie. “Reggie and those three hooligans are threatening us. And I’m smart enough to know those aren’t empty threats.”
It’s not a total lie. I am in fact thinking of the men…and Wren.
God, she’s my girlfriend.
Finally.
It feels different, like everything is more. My feelings seem more, our intimacy feels deeper.
I can’t put it into words, but I’m in love with Wren. Right now, all I need is to get Ray’s approval.
“Do we strike before they do?” Ray asks, running a hand through his hair. “Sometimes, I wish Wren still stayed back in Seattle.”
“Nothing’s gonna happen to her.” The words tumble out darker than I expected, jaw tigh
