Chapter 3: Chapter 3

The clerk countered. “It’ll only be for one night. Maybe you guys can share the room. You seem to get along real good. Maybe it’s cosmic, huh? You look like a couple.”

Dylan said, “I’m not gay. With that snow, it might be more than one night.”

The handsome Hawaiian blurted out, “If you’re single and rich, I can be gay.” His laugh filled the room.

The clerk smirked. “Guys, again, I’m sorry for jumping to conclusions. Our son is gay, and he’s told my wife and me of the bad welcomes he’s had at some places. I was so convinced you were together that I went overboard to make you feel at home. I’m sorry.” His face fell stern.

The big guy faced Dylan. “Bro, I’m good with sharing the room, and there’s no other option. I’ll pay with my company credit card. I have an emergency sleeping bag in my trunk. You can have the bed.”

Dylan recovered. “Yeah. That’ll work.” He gnashed his teeth.