Chapter 8
When Benjamin left the naval armament depot, the sun was at its zenith. He had just dismissed his cadets, giving them the day’s messages, and was in a good mood. With his felucca under his arm, he headed for the Westin. He had come to a decision and wanted to share it with John, and he wouldn’t brook any argument from him. Whether John wanted to or not, Benjamin was going to drag him out of his room and take him back to the Sunrise. John would be at his side, forever.
He didn’t care if his name was John, Jack, or James. He didn’t care whether he’d gotten his lieutenant back or not. He didn’t care if John was rich or poor, had grown up in an orphanage, or in the lap of luxury. Benjamin only cared about one thing: that his heart was singing and he was in love again.
He could sm
