Chapter 3
Dusty parked their sedan in short term parking at LAX and he and Malcolm got out. His heart was the heaviest it had been in over five years. It hurt like hell that Malcolm was leaving for New York City. He wanted his lover to follow his dream, of course, but it still hurt.
He plastered on his best understanding smile. After all, he did understand. Dusty had a dream himself. He wanted to be head chef at Master Geoffrey’s when the current head chef retired. Popping the trunk, Dusty reached in for Malcolm’s rolling suitcase and carry-on.
“Wow, it’s crowded,” Malcolm said as they headed across the busy street hand-in-hand into the departure area.
“It’s always busy.”
Dustin couldn’t go past the security gates to see Malcolm off, but he still intended to be sure he met up with his
