Chapter 28

Ben woke up eight hours later and hopped into the shower. Lennon made dinner, still pensive, and had it ready when Ben was done. This time, the meal was a little more awkward, a little more silent. Lennon felt bad about his part in that silence. He didn’t know how his bodyguard felt. Ben’s stiff back and frequent glances toward him didn’t indicate ease or comfort, but he didn’t seem inclined to bridge the gap either.

After dinner, they retired to the living area. “Maybe I should get a couch.” Lennon looked around the small space and bit his lip. “This isn’t a very comfortable space for anything but a cocktail party, I’m afraid.”

“You don’t have many of those.” Ben scratched at his head, an old nervous tic. “I haven’t been stalking you or anything, but I did look at the dossier. Had to, you know. We were trying to find suspects and everything.”

Lennon had to chuckle at his ex’ discomfiture. “Yeah, I figured. I know you weren’t checking up on me or anything wacky like that.”