Chapter 2Provincetown was no less than a gay mecca, and while for some it was their year-round residence, many of those who came to the coastal town on the curl of the Cape Cod peninsula, the summer months were not unlike a rainbow-inspired haj.
Bren arrived in P-town on a Monday in early August, a month before his thirty-seventh birthday. Traveling by himself, he’d left his Manhattan apartment in his rental car, intent on a week away from everyone and everything, and that included the memories in his apartment of an ex who just couldn’t take the hint. It’s over. Bren needed a fresh start, a recharge of his batteries. The last thing on his mind was love. Maybe a hook-up or two, that would be nice. Kind of help with that relaxing thing he was kind of not good at.
“Wish I could go with you
