Chapter 39

“Jealousy? Seriously?” Lennon snorted. “As a matter of fact, it was. I went with Mark and his husband, Dominic. Rada came with me. But come on, Ben, it’s not like you’ve been celibate either.” He leaned back in his seat and cupped his goblet, a blond Dionysus on his throne.

Ben’s mouth watered at the sight of him. He wanted nothing more than to worship the divine being before him, but he couldn’t. The mood wasn’t right. His conversation with Townsend left him hyper-cognizant of the listening devices in the room. “I don’t get to be jealous.” He sighed and looked out the window at the city in twilight. “It’s a natural reaction, I guess, but that doesn’t mean that I’m allowed to feel it.”