Chapter 4

But the worst was yet to come.

“Look, Russ, the young man is gay. Maybe he’s trying to seduce you.”

Soft laughter arose from one of the occupied tables, where Russell’s English friends probably sat, and Reggie bit his lip to keep from crying like a stupid child, while his eyes itched intolerably.

“Don’t go too far, now, Mack,” Lee cautioned, taking the tray and moving away from the counter.

Despite his efforts, his eyes started to fill with tears, and Reggie quickly reached into his pocket to grab his wallet. He took out a bill and put it next to the cashier, not caring if it was too much or too little. Then he murmured something unintelligible to the barmaid, who smiled at him, and moved away from the stool, leaving the orange juice and the beer untouched.

At the door, he almost crashed into Carlos, who arrived right then, happily smiling and holding a pink box in his hands.

“Hey, Reggie. You should see that sho—”