“I am sure that is disconcerting for Felicity.”

“Yeah. She was a bit freaked out at first. After the fifth or sixth time though, she just switched on a whole alpha female persona and ordered him to stop calling her. That seemed to do the trick, for now at least.”

“Obviously you think he will call again.”

“He seemed pretty fixated on her, so, no, I’m not going to rule it out.”

“Does this bother you?”

“Well yeah, stalkers are not something you take lightly. And, even if he isn’t dangerous it’s just plain annoying.”

“No, Rowan. What I mean is are you jealous?”

I thought about that for a moment. I hadn’t really considered jealousy as a possibility, consciously anyway, so I weighed it carefully before responding.

“I don’t know, to be honest. I don’t think I am. I mean, she was being ridden by a Lwa when the encounter happened, so it’s not like she was cheating on me. However, she did tell me that when she snapped back to reality, she was so aroused that she didn’t exactly stop right away.”

“And, naturally, that concerns you,” she remarked.

“Maybe a little. But, the sudden exit of a Lwa tends to leave the horse disoriented. Even if she thinks she knew what she was doing, she didn’t really know what she was doing. Does that make sense?”

“Of course. However, that was not the aspect of jealousy I was asking about.”

“Okay, so why else would I be jealous?’

“Because, in a sense this man is fulfilling your wife’s sexual fantasies and you are not.”

“Feeling a little direct today, Helen?”

“Am I not always direct?”

“Yeah, I suppose you are. For the most part.”

“So?”

“So, I really haven’t given it that much thought.”

“Yes, Rowan, you have.”

“Okay, so yeah. I have.”

“And?”

“And, yeah,” I shrugged. “Maybe I am a little jealous.”