Chapter 10Taggart ran the water in Rory’s sink until it was lukewarm. He winced at his reflection in the mirror: the dark rings around his eyes were only partly from the make-up. He’d never quite rested well the night before, still thinking about what could happen at the dance. With hindsight and the afterglow of the moment still lingering in the pit of his stomach, all his previous tossing and turning seemed foolish. Rory? Really? He’d been nervous about this kind and gentle giant? But at three in the morning, when Taggart had finally given up and gotten out of bed to watch old 1980s music videos for costume inspiration, it seemed like the only thing he could do, and fear the only thing he could feel.
“How’s it going for you?” Rory asked a moment later, knocking Taggart out of his though
