"Mase..." I started, but I had no idea how to finish. I wasn't exactly one to offer advice on addictions since I had a stash of iron in my pocket and doused my tongue with hot sauce every day.
He shoved his hand through his messy blond hair and glanced at me. "Parker's following us, Absidy. At close range, likely so he can stop when we stop, and then slip me He."
My mind spun at full force, and I grabbed the back of Randolph's chair. "Why?"
Mase collected the moisture on his glass with a drag of his fingers and a sigh. "Once when we were both high..." His throat bobbed, and his gaze connected with mine, a mix of pleading anger. "He said he loved me. Definitely a one-way feeling since I don't swing that direction. Shocking, I know, since the captain thought I was fucking a fourteen-year-old-boy named James, chef's apprentice to Randolph here."