Chapter 11In Wolfe’s apartment, Wolfe and Zack sat side by side at an angle on the couch, with the radio playing in the background. Wolfe was finally unwinding from his long day at work. He took a sip of his tea and held the cup in his hands, staring at Zack. “So…how have you been lately? How’s your—”
“The radio,” Zack cut him off, setting his cup on the table. “I didn’t know people still listened to the radio.”
“Oh, well, it helps me learn French,” Wolfe said, feeling a bit nervous around Zack tonight. There was tension between them. “I have it on all the time when I’m home. Talk radio, you know?”
“Yeah, and your French is pretty decent.” Zack leaned back in the seat. “Do people bother you about your accent?”
“Sometimes, yeah.” Wolfe had yet to get used to the politics surrounding lan
