bad that you would be seeking their acceptance?” he asked, as Sam came over to take our orders.
I ordered a cheeseburger and fries, not my usual healthy choice. Harley ordered the pub style fish and chips and we each ordered whiskey shots with a beer chaser. We were walking after all and I wasn’t much concerned about getting shitfaced. What were they going to do, fire me?
“I walked out of the closet on my wedding day,” I said, watching Harley’s brows magically knit together. “I’m gay.”
“Yeah…and?” Harley said, as if I had just told him the sky was blue and what goes up comes down, that there were four season and not just the singers. He didn’t seem the slightest bit concerned by my confession. He sat watching me, his expression never deviating from his imperturbable mask.
“You obviously have not heard what was contained in my grandfather’s Will, have you?”
“Nope,” he said. “Just that you got the shaft, it wasn’t any of my business, when the subject came up I made myself scarce. All I know from office rumors is that you lost your inheritance.”
“You don’t want me to explain?”
“Maybe you should, but don’t feel pressured, it really is none of my business,” Harley assured me.
Not only was he beautiful to look at, he was sweet as molasses, caring in his own nonchalant way.
Sam came with our drinks. I watched as Harley shot back his whiskey and licked his tongue across his upper lip. My eyes followed the moist trail it left and then I caught his gaze, his eyes were fixed on me. I slugged back my shot and sucked in a deep breath as it burned its way past my tonsils and settled into my gut with rising welcome warmth. I wanted to tell him I wasn’t very good at drinking, but Harley smiled, fuck he was killing me, and the thought suddenly vanished into thin air.
I opened up like a cheap novel and told him everything, all the sordid details as he nodded his head and mulled the whole thing over in his mind for a few minutes.
“I can’t believe your brothers would allow this to happen,” he said. “I never took them for selfish assholes.”
“They’re not assholes,” I said, as Sam set our meals on the table.
“Another round?” Sam asked, lifting our shot glasses and replacing them with a stack of red checkered napkins.
“Please,” I said, before Harley had time to answer for himself.
Harley and I collectively reached to the end of the table for the salt shaker and I watched as it toppled over, just my luck. He grabbed the shaker and shook it over his shoulder then sprinkled a small amount on his fish before he handed it to me. Our index fingers touched and a spark ignited, sending an electric shiver up my spine. I wondered if he felt the same thing, or if it was just another wanton thought.
“Will or no Will, if I had a brother in the same situation I’d say fuck it and make sure he was treated the same as me, even if I had to take it out of my own pocket to make it happen. I wouldn’t care if he was a fucking alien from another planet, he’s my brother. That makes EJ, Toby and Clay total assholes in my book.”
How could the man be so beautiful, sexy as hell and morally perfect? If I said it once I was sure I’d be saying it a million times more, the man was a god!
“It’s the law, they’re just…” I bit the side of my cheek and tried to come up with some form of defense, but I couldn’t, “…assholes.”
Harley laughed and my boner shot to attention, it was pressing painfully against the zipper of my pants as I took a huge bite of my burger and chewed, willing it to deflate.
“What are you going to do now? Do you have a plan of action?”
“First, I need to find someone who is willing to get married right away,” I said, after swallowing. “Know anyone?”
“No,” he said, in a rush. “But if I think of anyone, I’ll let you know.”
“Great,” I said, leaving out the enthusiasm. “Maybe I’ll take out a personal ad in the