Page 43 of Brim Over Boot
I shake my head furiously.
“But you think you might be into guys?” he asks.
I let my hands drop from my face and nod. “How’d you know?”
Remi tilts his head back and forth. “I guess, for me, it was more a matter of realizing I likepeople. Not genders.”
“But you…like dick?” I ask, cringing.
Remi’s lips twitch, evil spawn that he is. “Oh, yes.”
“God,” I groan out, rubbing my face again. “Forget I asked. I donotneed to hear details of your sex life. Not a single goddamn one.”
Remi flicks me in the chest, and I drop my hands, realizing I’d been covering my mouth.
“Sorry,” I say more clearly. “I said I don’t need any more details, little bro. I’d have to bleach my brain.”
He snorts. “Yet you want me to take you to a gay club. I’ve only been once, you know.”
“But will you?” I ask, pulling out the face that was most successful in scoring me extra cookies as a child.
Remi rolls his eyes. “Of course I will. Wanna invite Jackson and Ash?”
“Could we maybe just…keep this between us for now?”
He locks his lips. “Done. It’ll be okay, you know. Any which way.”
“I know,” I say on a sigh.
It’s not the thought of being bisexual that’s scary. Not really.
It’s learning something so fundamental to my being that I never realized before. It’s the fear of wondering why now?
Why him?
“Get some sleep,” my brother says, patting my leg as he stands. “You look like a raccoon.”
“Do not,” I protest hotly. “Take it back.”
My brother shoots me a one-handed,‘I love you,’as he walks out the door. I let out a sigh, knocking my head back against the wall.
This will be good. I’ll go to a club, check out some guys, and then I should know, right? If I’m attracted to any of them, that answers my question. And, if not…
I don’t want to think aboutif not.
I’m just settling down in bed, lights off, when my phone dings. With a grumble, I snatch the device off my nightstand, only to come up short.
Unknown: Are you okay?
Nooo. No, it’s not. Is it?
My response is four incredulous letters.
Me: King?
My phone pings again, and I nearly drop it.
Unknown: Your detective work is superb, little Colt.
