Chapter 11
Happy Valentine’s Day, Danny. It’s almost midnight and you haven’t been kissed. And the mother of your child now knows you’ve appeared in gay p**n. You’re self-confessed “f*****g faggot” and you’ll never see your daughter again. So happy-f*****g-V-DAY to you. Have another drink.
Like an answer to a prayer, Guy opened Danny’s bedroom door with a glass in one hand and a bottle in the other. “How’s it going in here, man?”
“Ugh.” Danny rolled over on his little bed and reached for glass he’d placed on the floor. “I guess we lost that hotel room, huh?”
Guy laughed sympathetically as he poured Danny another drink. “It’ll still be there in the morning.”
Hanging his head over the side of the bed, Danny tipped the glass back until scotch found his lips. When he sputtered, Guy set
