Chapter Six
JAY PULLED ON AN ORANGE cotton T-shirt and three-quarter length khaki cargos. He glanced at the mirror and regarded his reflection. He looked hot, fashionable and really metro s****l.
These country lads wouldn’t know what the hell that was. They’d think he looked like a city boy or at worst, gay, but that wasn’t his real intention. He needed to look more city than Mitchell would, wearing Jay’s clothes to protect him from being picked on. The last thing he wanted to do was cause Mitchell any trouble. He would bet his new lover would try to change into his own clothes before dinner, but he’d be seen before he could get to his room, Jay was sure of that.
“You ready, Jay?”
His dad’s deep call ricocheted through him, making him jump a little. He hadn’t heard that voice a lot whe
