Chapter 30

“What? And you thought because I liked Truman Capote and Breakfast at Tiffany’sI have to be a big old queen?”

Mac threw back his head and laughed, so loud and hard that Barley paused from licking his own balls to look up at him and cock his head in wonder. He barked a couple of times. Or maybe he was laughing too.

Flynn felt familiar heat rise to his face. Now you’ve stepped in it…

It took more than a minute or so for Mac to rein in his laughter. When the chuckles and guffaws slowed to a trickle, he wiped his eyes and gave a little cough. He then turned completely serious. He looked Flynn in the eye. “You mean you didn’t know? It wasn’t obvious?”

Flynn wasn’t sure what to think here. Was his leg being pulled? “Um, no, I wasn’t sure.”

Mac started laughing again. And again, abruptly stopped. “I just assumed everybody could tell, everybody with an ounce of gaydar, that is. I was wondering about you.”