Ezra
Ray blinks. “Come again?”
“What?” Quincy’s eyes widen. “What is he…h-how..why?”
“Remember that day we were investigating the mole situation?” I ask Ray.
He nods. “The day I found out about you and my little sister.”
If that’s what he’ll use to remember that day, that’s fine. But I remember it as the day Tristan touched my girl.
“Yea. I had rushed out mid investigation because I received a ton of emergency calls from Wren.”
“W-what are you saying, EJ?”
EJ. He’s not called me that since he found out about Wren and I, and this may sound crazy, but it assures me that our friendship can still be salvaged.
Hopefully.
“Tristan was in my home,” I reply.
He stands to his feet, his chair nearly toppling. “You said Donovan was going to pick her up.”
“Exactly.” I frown. “I asked Donov
