Chapter 13

“Hang on, I’ll get him for you.”

Jim glanced at Edward as Adam moved away. “Is everyone in this city gay?”

Edward burst out laughing. “Hardly. But we aren’t that far from San Francisco.” He shrugged. “And I guess I know most of the ones that are.”

Just then, Adam returned with another guy with a mop of curly hair and an infectious smile.

“Jim, right? I’m Galaxy Winthrop.” He shook Jim’s hand. “Hi, Edward.”

“Leo here tonight?”

“No, actually. He and Nolan needed a break, so they’ve gone to San Francisco for a nice evening.”

“And skipped the Festival?” Edward feigned shock. “You have it?”

Jim frowned. “Have what?”

Galaxy’s smile widened and he reached below the counter, rummaging around. Then he held out a wooden Christmas ornament, a carving of a baby girl next to a Christmas tree. It was painted, too, with writing that said, “Hope’s First Christmas.”

Jim’s breath caught in his throat. “Oh, my God.”