His intentions had been good. When he got home, which had been sooner rather than later because of a rather boring date, he signed online to make sure Wendy was both there and fine. He’d planned to assure himself of her safety, then sign off and go to bed with a clear conscience. If she hadn’t been there, he would have known she’d been more disturbed by what happened than she’d admitted, and he could handle it accordingly the next day. Of course, what handling it meant, he wasn’t sure. But at least he would know something; he’d been obsessing about the subject all through his date. “You do know women don’t like this?” He whirled around in his chair to regard Ace, who leaned against the doorframe of Draco’s home office. Of course, no one knew he and Ace were brothers. It was better they didn’t. Private life needed to be kept private. Still, at home, most times, Draco wanted to throw Ace into a vat of boiling lava. Didn’t his brother understand he couldn’t speak to him right now?
