Page 113 of All Roads Lead to You

Logan’s body deflated. “You’re right. I can’t decide that for you.”

“Good. Now, confidence on. Doubts off. Let’s go see Wyatt.”

We unbuckled our seatbelts, climbed out of the car, and after we shut our doors, Logan locked them.

In the lobby, we asked for Wyatt Conrad’s room number. The desk person called his room, talked for a moment, and hung up.

“He’s in room 204.”

“Thank you,” Logan said.

We headed back outside, walked up a flight of steps, and went straight to Wyatt’s door. Logan raised his fist for a second before knocking.

Wyatt quickly opened the door, letting us inside. He pulled Logan into a fierce hug, and then he grabbed me, holding us all tight together. “It is so good to see you boys. The past three weeks have felt like three years. Let me look at you.”

He chuckled. “You both need haircuts and a shave.”

“Nature doesn’t care how we look, Dad.”

He chuckled. “I stand corrected. Sit down and tell me all about the trip.”

Logan and I sat on the bed while Wyatt sat in the only chair and we spent the better part of an hour talking about our adventure and showing him all the pictures I’d taken, minus all the ones of Logan’s ass. We told him everything but the obvious.

We then talked about Mia and how Hannah was doing.

“Logan, listen. I drove Nick’s car down here instead of your truck.”

“That’s fine. I can drive it down later.”

“No, I mean, I’m going to leave you the Mustang. I always intended to give it to you, but now’s as good a time as any.”

“God, that’s… thank you. It’s been epic driving it across the country. It’s really held up. My truck probably would’ve crapped out. Shit, I don’t know…”

Logan grew silent, staring at his feet, and his hands fidgeted. His body was tighter than a steel pole. I knew right then Logan was going to tell his dad about him being gay. I desperately wanted to grab his hand and hold it or give him some sort of comfort.

“What’s wrong, Logan?”

“I-I need to tell you something… something really important.”

“You can tell me anything.”

Logan nodded and swallowed hard. “Just please… try to be… open-minded and not get mad.”

Wyatt frowned but nodded. “I’ll do my best, son.”

I exhaled quietly, watching Logan carefully. He was really doing this. Fuck, he was so brave. After seven years in the closet, he was finally coming out. I also wanted to admit my pansexuality, but I was afraid it’d give us away.

Wyatt was stiff and still frowning, but he gave Logan his undivided attention and the benefit of the doubt.

“I’ve kept this secret for years because I was so afraid of what you’d think of me. I’d lost Mom and didn’t want to lose you, too. But it was this trip and…” Logan looked at me and smiled, making my heart skip a beat. “And Nick’s friendship that changed everything. I’m… gay, Dad. I’m not into girls and never have been.”

Wyatt sighed, leaned back in the chair he sat in, and nodded. “I sometimes wondered. Mia and I talked about you often, thinking you might be gay or at least not interested in dating anyone. We worried about you and talked about what we would do if you came out to us. I won’t lie, Logan. It’s… odd. Honestly, I’m more worried about how people will react to you than you being gay. But I’m going to tell you here and now… nothing changes. Is that understood? I love you. Mia loves you. We’ll never stop loving you, got it?”

Logan looked at me and smirked as his eyes started to water, making my eyes water, too. “See? Fucking intuitive.” Then he shook his head. “I should’ve told you sooner, but I was so scared.”

Wyatt stood and held his arms open. Logan also stood and fell into his father. “You’re telling me now. That’s all that matters. Mia will understand, too. You’re still my son. Period.”

“Thanks, Dad,” he rasped in a trembling voice.

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