Chapter 17
Lennon knew, as soon as he saw Ben’s face on Tuesday, that something had gone wrong. He didn’t know what it was yet. Much as he’d like to have believed that he knew everything about Ben, every nuance of his brain, it had been a long ten years. He couldn’t count on their history to guide him.
Instead, he dug in for the long haul. He gave Ben a nice long massage to try to ease the tension that poured off him like sweat. He got him wine afterward, and they enjoyed a quiet evening in one another’s arms. The next day, they walked to work and Lennon didn’t say a word.
When he’d been safely deposited in his office, though, he made his plans for New York. He called up the Plaza in New York and reserved one of the one-bedroom Rose suites. He allowed himself a little grin at the though
