Chapter 22I’d met my lover’s family, and it had turned out better than I’d had any right to hope. None of them seemed to have a problem with the fact that Wills was in a same-s*x relationship—if they did, they hid it well enough that neither of us could tell—and they all seemed to like me.
We returned to DC to find Paul and Spike ready to make the move out to California. Once Paul felt well enough, he’d flown out there, interviewed, and gotten a job at a perinatal center in a prestigious hospital in LA—he didn’t want to sit around the house watching Jerry Springer and eating bonbons either—and then found an apartment.
“Everything all set?”
“Yeah.” Paul gazed around the apartment that had been home for the past ten years. “I’m…I’m…”
“Yeah, Paul.” I could feel my throat start to ache.
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