Chapter 32: Chapter 32

“Look, Nate,” Jim said, leaning back against a tree. They were walking the borders of Loring Park with half-finished coffee in their hands, searching for hidden corners where the platinum blonde succubus might be hiding. “I know you’re not comfortable with people who are gay, or the subject of people who are gay, or anything even remotely related to people who are gay…”

Nathan grimaced. “I am not a homophobe,” he said vehemently.

“Homophobic doesn’t only mean the violent kind, Nathan. You’re okay with people being gay and loving whoever they want just so long as they don’t do it around you.”

Again, Nathan opened his mouth, because there had to be a comeback for that, but, with a very prominent scowl, he drew another blank.