All heads turned at once to see Brandon Nash standing in the doorway, Megan and Jamie behind him. Brandon unclipped a pair cuffs from his belt. “Go ahead, Dougie. We’re waiting.”
If there was one thing Dillon’s father hated more than gays, it was being called Dougie. But even as filled with rage as he was, he wasn’t stupid enough to go after Brandon. Instead he looked down at Dillon. “Get out of my house. You’re not welcome here, anymore.”
Angela was crying, but Dillon ignored it. Grabbing up his jacket, he started for the door. He’d almost made it to where Brandon and the others waited, when Douglas said, “Dillon?”
“Yes, sir?” He almost choked on that ingrained bit of respect, but he got it out, anyway.
If Doug felt anything for his son besides disgust, he didn’t show it. “Give me bac
