“Oh.” Steve’s face fell. “I’m sorry, but you know there are plenty of other opportunities.” He clapped Grayson on the shoulder. Grayson didn’t have the heart to point out that people weren’t exactly falling over themselves to date trans historians with no social life.
Steve was sweet, kind, and tall, with the sort of muscular physique everyone loved. Most of all, though, he was straight, and even before Rebecca, Grayson couldn’t remember a time when Steve hadn’t had a girlfriend.
Lisa and Emily rushed yelling into the room and attached themselves to Grayson. “Come play!” they chorused.
“You okay with dinner?”
“I’ll be fine.” Steve waved them off, already getting out the cutting board. Grayson let Lisa and Emily pull him from the kitchen.
“What do you want to play?” he asked.
“House!”
