Nash?”
“Yeah.”
“So what? The Sheriff busted you for taking his little sister to a mixer?” Heath narrowed his eyes. “You didn’t do anything stupid like take her parking, did you? So help me, Dillon--”
Dillon cut him off. “No, nothing even remotely like that. I got hauled in here for fighting.”
“With who?”
“Ben Lewis.”
“James Walker’s boyfriend?”
Dillon had to work not to wince at the word boyfriend. “Yeah. That’s him. He and I got into it, he insulted Megan, and I decked him.”
Heath tensed. “He insulted Megan?”
“Yeah, but that’s not what started the fight. He was pissed because I was trying to talk to James.”
“Lewis was pissed because you and James were talking? What, did he think you were doing, trying to put the make on his guy?”
Dillon nodded. “Yeah, that’s exactly what he though.”
“And why would he think that?” The suspicion in Heath’s voice would have been hard to miss.
Dillon took a deep breath. “Because I was. I’m gay, Heath. And I’m in love with James. I have been for the past four years.”
Dillon hadn’t exactly expected Heath to be thrilled, but he was unprepared for the raw loathing he saw on his brother’s face. “Gay? You’re gay? You rotten bastard.” Heath’s anger caught Dillon so off guard he didn’t see his brother’s raised fist, but he sure as hell felt the punch.
Chapter 3
Dillon had no time to brace himself for the right his brother delivered to his jaw. He staggered backwards but was able to keep himself standing, barely. He whirled on Heath, stopping just short of retaliation. “You no good hypocrite. All I’ve ever heard from you is how bad Mom and Dad are, and here you are, gay bashing just like they do. You wanna kick my ass because I’m gay? Go ahead. It’s not like there’s a damn thing I can do about.”
“You think I hit you because you’re gay? I don’t give a flying fuck about that. You can screw the whole male sector of the Plunkett High Young Republicans League for all I care. Hell, my best friend in high school was Jesse Wade, and he came out in like the eighth grade. Homophobic I’m not.”
Dillon rubbed his sore jaw. “Then why in the hell did you hit me?”
Dillon could see Heath’s eyes flashing even in the dim glow of the street lights. “Being gay isn’t something you can help, but toying with a girl’s affections is a definite choice.”
Toying with a girl’s affections? When did Heath start talking like an eighty-year-old man? And what was he talking about. “Toying with whose affections? Megan’s?”
“Yes, Megan. Who else have you been leading around by a string for the past five months?”
“Whoa. Heath, you’ve got it all wrong. The thing about Megan--”
Heath balled up his fists again. “You’re the one who’s got it all wrong if you think a sweet girl like Megan deserves to be used as a cover while you chase cock behind her back.”
Dillon leaned one hip against the side of Heath’s truck. “How would you know how sweet Megan is? As far as I know, you’ve only met her that one time at Mom and Dad’s Christmas get-together. You wouldn’t even have been there if Mom hadn’t called and guilted you into it.”
Heath shifted uncomfortably. “She volunteers with the Reed Boy’s and Girl’s Club after school. They taught a week long course on fire safety, and I was one of the guys who got roped into helping out.” The furious expression returned. “Anyone who gives up her own free time to help out underprivileged kids deserves a lot better than to be treated like your token girl.”
So it was like that, was it? “For your information, Megan knows all about me being gay. She has from almost the start. You’re right about what kind of person she is. She’s sweet and generous. That’s why she volunteered to help me get Jamie back. We’re friends. That’s all we’ve ever been. If you don’t believe me, call her and ask
“Yeah.”
“So what? The Sheriff busted you for taking his little sister to a mixer?” Heath narrowed his eyes. “You didn’t do anything stupid like take her parking, did you? So help me, Dillon--”
Dillon cut him off. “No, nothing even remotely like that. I got hauled in here for fighting.”
“With who?”
“Ben Lewis.”
“James Walker’s boyfriend?”
Dillon had to work not to wince at the word boyfriend. “Yeah. That’s him. He and I got into it, he insulted Megan, and I decked him.”
Heath tensed. “He insulted Megan?”
“Yeah, but that’s not what started the fight. He was pissed because I was trying to talk to James.”
“Lewis was pissed because you and James were talking? What, did he think you were doing, trying to put the make on his guy?”
Dillon nodded. “Yeah, that’s exactly what he though.”
“And why would he think that?” The suspicion in Heath’s voice would have been hard to miss.
Dillon took a deep breath. “Because I was. I’m gay, Heath. And I’m in love with James. I have been for the past four years.”
Dillon hadn’t exactly expected Heath to be thrilled, but he was unprepared for the raw loathing he saw on his brother’s face. “Gay? You’re gay? You rotten bastard.” Heath’s anger caught Dillon so off guard he didn’t see his brother’s raised fist, but he sure as hell felt the punch.
Chapter 3
Dillon had no time to brace himself for the right his brother delivered to his jaw. He staggered backwards but was able to keep himself standing, barely. He whirled on Heath, stopping just short of retaliation. “You no good hypocrite. All I’ve ever heard from you is how bad Mom and Dad are, and here you are, gay bashing just like they do. You wanna kick my ass because I’m gay? Go ahead. It’s not like there’s a damn thing I can do about.”
“You think I hit you because you’re gay? I don’t give a flying fuck about that. You can screw the whole male sector of the Plunkett High Young Republicans League for all I care. Hell, my best friend in high school was Jesse Wade, and he came out in like the eighth grade. Homophobic I’m not.”
Dillon rubbed his sore jaw. “Then why in the hell did you hit me?”
Dillon could see Heath’s eyes flashing even in the dim glow of the street lights. “Being gay isn’t something you can help, but toying with a girl’s affections is a definite choice.”
Toying with a girl’s affections? When did Heath start talking like an eighty-year-old man? And what was he talking about. “Toying with whose affections? Megan’s?”
“Yes, Megan. Who else have you been leading around by a string for the past five months?”
“Whoa. Heath, you’ve got it all wrong. The thing about Megan--”
Heath balled up his fists again. “You’re the one who’s got it all wrong if you think a sweet girl like Megan deserves to be used as a cover while you chase cock behind her back.”
Dillon leaned one hip against the side of Heath’s truck. “How would you know how sweet Megan is? As far as I know, you’ve only met her that one time at Mom and Dad’s Christmas get-together. You wouldn’t even have been there if Mom hadn’t called and guilted you into it.”
Heath shifted uncomfortably. “She volunteers with the Reed Boy’s and Girl’s Club after school. They taught a week long course on fire safety, and I was one of the guys who got roped into helping out.” The furious expression returned. “Anyone who gives up her own free time to help out underprivileged kids deserves a lot better than to be treated like your token girl.”
So it was like that, was it? “For your information, Megan knows all about me being gay. She has from almost the start. You’re right about what kind of person she is. She’s sweet and generous. That’s why she volunteered to help me get Jamie back. We’re friends. That’s all we’ve ever been. If you don’t believe me, call her and ask
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