He chatted a bit, catching up on family news, then said, “Listen, Jill, I’m calling about the family picnic. I’ll be there, and I’d like to bring someone home with me. The thing is, I…uh…I think I’m going to need you to run interference with Dad for me. Um…” He paused, listening to something she said, and then took a breath. “Actually, Jill, he’s a guy. And he’ll be sleeping in my bedroom.” He was quiet for a moment.
Shit. This was where she said no way, no son of mine is gonna be gay, even if Wills wasn’t her biological son.
“Jill?”
I couldn’t stop myself. I stepped back into the doorway. “What’s wrong?”
For a long second his expression was tense, but then it relaxed into an easy smile, and he gaveme a sign to let me know it was okay. “I…I’ve never felt this for anyone before.”…“No, not even him.”
Who “him”? Wills had never mentioned any “him.”