Chapter 29

That was why Quinn, knowing he wasn’t straight and probably not even bi, really, had been relieved when his mom told him they were leaving town. He’d felt guilty as fuck because of whythey were leaving, of course, but also relieved.

That’s why his feelings for Aaron were throwing him off. He wanted Aaron so much it hurt. Still. Even after a decade.

Quinn frowned at his mug of coffee. The bell above the diner door dinged and someone walked in. The scent of weed drifted to him, and he wrinkled his nose. He didn’t like weed much, it was easy to not have that particular craving, luckily. In a state where the stuff was legal, the scent could hit him anywhere.

The guy turned a bit as he waited for his coffee at the counter. Quinn took in the scruffy look and the oddly familiar way he carried himself.

“Brody?” he blurted out.