Remy thought the simple truth would be best. “Yes, he did. And I kissed him back.”
Braden’s confusion didn’t disappear. “But…but why?”
“Because I love him.” Remy half-turned in his seat to face his son, who looked at him as if he had suddenly grown a second head or something. “I love him, Braden. We’ve been together for two years now. He’s my boyfriend.”
Slowly, Braden shook his head. “But you aren’t…I mean, you can’t be gay. You’re my dad.”
Remy nodded. “Yeah, I know.”
“You were married to Mom once,” Braden pointed out. “Gay men don’t marry girls.”
Delicately, Remy explained, “Some guys like guys, and some guys like girls. Some girls like girls, too. And then, some of us…well, we like both.”
“Guys andgirls?” Braden asked, incredulous.