Chapter 5

“Who is this?” Malcolm’s voice went up just a bit and sounded more than a little shaky.

“Nobody,” Jordan said.

“Nobody? You were holding his hand.”

Jordan’s hard gaze went from his boyfriend to Dustin as he stood by the table. “Dustin? Is this where you work?”

“Yes.”

“Oh, so you called Malcolm and told him to come down here, didn’t you?” Jordan’s grimace had turned into a snarl.

Dustin noticed the man with him, a young Hispanic man, shifted uncomfortably in the booth. “Jordan, maybe—”

“No, he didn’t call me to tell me my boyfriend is cheating.” Malcolm closed his eyes briefly, then opened them and took a step back. “I can’t believe this.”

Dustin’s manager appeared at his elbow and said, “Folks, can you take whatever this is outside?”

Jordan tossed down his cloth napkin. “Good idea.” He slid out of the booth, but held up a hand to stop the man he was with from doing the same. “Stay here. I’ll be back in a moment.”