Chapter 16When Gaspard pulled up in front of the YBR center, Wolfe felt sick. He rolled down his window, and the cool morning wind helped. With nervous hands, he unfastened his seat belt and turned to look at Gaspard’s face. In spite of what awaited him this afternoon, Wolfe smiled.
“What?” Gaspard asked, smiling back. Gaspard’s blond hair was messy and his shirt wasn’t properly buttoned. He’d skipped a few buttons in a hurry to get here.
“Just thinking what they say is true. Older men are better lovers.”
“Really?”
“Yes,” Wolfe said, leaning in closer for a kiss. “I gotta go.”
“You’re gonna be okay?”
“I don’t know how he’s gonna take it. I have no idea. I don’t know how anybody is gonna take this.” His anxiety was back in full force. “Not even Malena.”
“Let me worry about her.”
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