Chapter 4

“Your place is nice,” he said, looking around the living and dining areas.

“Thanks. I like it.”

There was some small talk between us about the condo and I took Ryan onto the balcony to view the city.

“Do you live here alone?” he asked as we looked out over the Chicago skyline.

“Yes.”

“No boyfriend?”

“No boyfriend.”

Ryan looked like he wanted to ask another question but, thankfully, he didn’t. The last thing I wanted to do was talk about Donovan.

When Ryan and I returned to the living room, I turned to him. “Look, before this goes any further, I’m going to need to see some ID.”

He blinked. “ID?”

“I just want to make sure you’re the consenting adult you say you are.”

“How young do you think I am?”

“I figure you must be at least twenty-one since we met in a bar, but I want confirmation.”