Chapter 9

I told him, “And then you met Wendy Mire at the Winter Mist Village Fair. You told me you never felt so right with a woman.”

“She was an angel. Rough in bed. But an angel.”

I laughed. Had to. “Until she drained your shared checking account, swiped your Visa, and moved to Tulsa, Oklahoma.”

“What can I say? I have shitty taste in women.”

“But you feel that Oscar is different, right?”

“Right?”

“A stud?”

He winked at me. “In more ways than one.”

I waved a hand at him. “I’ve always seen you with a dude, Chess. Don’t ask me why. It’s the truth, though. Women just weren’t your thing, in my eyes. You were a man’s man, if you want to know. I’ve always felt this.”

He guffawed. “You should have told me that when we were fifteen. I would have hooked up with guys a lot sooner than I did.”

“I didn’t know shit about romance and sex back then. What boy would have?”