“Anyway, we’d get a three-month probationary contract, twice what we’re making now, plus tips. In Vegas. You just know those are going to be sweet.”
“But we live here, Ty. You really want to up and move like that?”
A frown replaced Tyrone’s smile. “What’s wrong? This is our dream.”
“No, it’s your dream. I’m perfectly happy here.”
“You call this happy?” He gestured around the dark apartment, the silence echoing back at them. “You live the quietest life of anyone I know. I can’t even remember the last time I saw you go out on a date.”
“Because it sucks being gay in Reno,” AJ countered. He might have had to hide his feelings for Tyrone all this time, but at least he hadn’t had to worry about disguising the truth about his sexuality. That had been blurted out the very first time he saw Tyrone kissing a guy. His hopes had soared for precious seconds until Tyrone laughed it off and explained he was bi. Which in AJ’s book meant straight, but horny enough to take it anywhere he could.