Chapter 85

“What’s the matter, my love?” Tam said. “Oh, Quinnie, don’t you see? Even if we never find him, I will be your father, mother, brother, everything, and you will be mine.” He took him in his arms.

“Don’t, Tam, someone might see.”

“Oh, who’s going to see or know? And anyway, who cares? It’s the twenty-first century, for God’s sake.”

But even in the twenty-first century, there were still people who cared, especially in this part of the world, Quinn thought as he kissed Tam lightly at first, then deeply, feverishly, hands roaming wildly, his whole body lit by lightning, still playing with fire like the young Prometheus who had been his touchstone. From the restaurant, he could hear Adele wailing Fire to the Rain—or was it merely the soundtrack that throbbed in his head?