Page 62 of Love Notes and Late Nights
“Everyone has baggage. I have baggage. You have baggage. Wolf’s shit may be a little more intense than most, but I know what I’m getting into. It’s not gonna scare me away, if that’s what you’re worried about. And as far as not coming to you first, I get it, and for that I’m sorry. You’re right. I should have told you. We planned to. Right after the tour. We didn’t want to have drama while we had shows to do.” He huffed, fed up with defending his feelings for Wolf. “That shit backfired, and I’m sorry. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, and I’m sorry about the way you found out. But me and Wolf are together, so if you have a problem with it, get the fuck over it.”
Ethan stared back at Harris unblinking.
“That’s it.” Harris threw his hands into the air. “That’s all I got to say.” Done with the conversation, he banged on the trailer door. “Wolf, let’s go.”
Wolf opened the door and looked at Harris, then at Ethan and back to Harris. “Everything OK?”
“I don’t know. That’s up to Ethan, but I’m not letting it ruin our night.” He let out a cleansing breath and put a smile on his face. “Let’s go have fun.”
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Standing in the middle of the festival surrounded by thousands of people, unrecognized, totally blew Harris’ mind.Looking at Wolf’s transformation took it to another level. “I can’t believe we’re dressed like bikers,” Harris whispered.
“I can’t believe I have to wear this itchy beard. I want to get something to eat, but I’m afraid I’ll end up eating all this hair.”
The aromas wafting through the air had Harris’ stomach rumbling. “You’ll figure it out. I could go for those kabobs over there. What do you want to eat?”
“I got some kabobs for you right here.” Wolf grabbed his junk and smiled, making his moustache widen.
“We could be gay bikers and get it on in the men’s room,” Harris suggested.
“You’re probably joking, but I’m gonna take you up on that.” Wolf grabbed Harris’ hand and pulled him through the crowds of people and into the nearest restroom. It was packed, and they both stopped. “Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea,” Wolf admitted. “I don’t want to bring attention to ourselves and get recognized.”
“Spoilsport,” Harris joked.
They left the restroom and passed a group of bikers who were walking toward them. These guys were the real deal. Tall, wide, stone-faced, with patches on their vests. They screamed intimidation by their looks alone, and a small shiver ran down Harris’ back—and not in a good way, because the biggest one was headed straight for Wolf.
Wolf, who was taller than Harris, puffed out his chest and nodded, while Harris stood close by.
The biker nodded once in greeting and said, “We’re having a party down by the start of the festival. Under the big tent with our patch on it. You can’t miss it. Stop by with your crew. We got plenty of alcohol and food.”
“Appreciate the invite,” Wolf replied, offering his hand.
The biker shook it, nodded, and walked into the men’s room with his boys.
“Holy shit,” Harris whispered to Wolf as they made their way to the kabob stand. “I thought we were about to get rolled.”
“Bikers are cool. We should check out their party.”
“No thanks. I don’t need a bike club to find out we’re infiltrating their party in costume. They might get the wrong idea about why we’re there.”
“Chicken,” Wolf teased.
“Yes. That’s right. I’m a chicken.”
Wolf slung his arm over Harris’ shoulder and gave him a squeeze. “I’ll protect you. I’ll even buy you a kabob.”
It took a long time to get their food, and they couldn’t get a table by themselves, so they ended up sitting on a couple of crates that were off to the side. It was uncomfortable, but it offered them privacy.
“This is kinda cool,” Wolf said. “But I think I would have preferred the VIP tent.”
“The only way to get in there would have been to tell them who we are, and they still might not have believed us with all this stuff on.”
When they were done eating, Wolf deposited their plates in a nearby trash container and returned to sit on the crate next to Harris. “Are you going to tell me what Ethan said?”
Harris hesitated, not wanting to rehash the conversation. “The bottom line is that I told him I’m in love with you and if he didn’t like it, too bad.”
Wolf leaned back on his crate. “That’s a little harsh.”
