Chapter 11
Wren
I hadn’t just asked Blake for his d**k—I’d requested that buffer he’d suggested weeks ago too. Having a second body to focus on would keep my emotions behind lock and key where they needed to stay.
The last thing I needed was to fall for someone like him, lose my heart, and add even more bullshit atop what I faced in the year ahead.
I’d sent the invite and, without waiting for answer, had driven north to my own apartment. Even if Blake and his buddy weren’t available, I planned on spending the night away from the smell of death and stifling silence.
While my meager belongings and the house I lived in showcased my financial state to someone who probably used twenty dollar bills to blow his nose, I couldn’t afford a hotel room for our hookup.
I told myself I didn’t care
