Chapter 119 – Three Best Friends

• “One, Ariel Sinclair,” Ben says, laughing, “if you tried to kill me, I could take you.”
• I laugh too, grinning at him.
• “And two,” he continues, and my face falls along with his as real sorrow appears in his eyes, “if you’re asking me if I’m jealous of you having two of the most eligible men in the nation so upset that you’re not singularly in love with them that they’re ready to kill each other?” He leans forward, a bit intent, a bit sorrowful. “Yeah, babe. I’m jealous.”