Interlude
Rain fell, and Beelzebub scowled at the streaks it made on his bedroom window. Wasn’t it supposed not to rain in Los Angeles?
If that was the case, then apparently someone hadn’t gotten the memo.
He closed the drapes and turned away from the window to see Rufus watching him, one ear c****d while the other drooped downward. The dog clearly hadn’t been happy to be abandoned for the evening, especially when Ben returned to the house smelling of other dogs and, no doubt, the chicken dinner he’d just consumed.
“Next time,” he said as he went to the closet and began to unbutton his vest.
Of course, that off-hand comment made him frown even more. It assumed that there would be a next time he dined at Jillian Torres’s house, and he wasn’t sure whether he wanted to commit to such a t
