Wren stands up and holds out his hand, his face a blank mask. When I place my own hand in his, expecting him to shake it, he jerks me to my feet and into the tightest fucking hug I’ve ever experienced. “You are good, Pax Davis. The fucking best of us. No point in denying it. And I cannot wait until the day that I get to roll up and look hotter than you at your wedding.”
