Chapter fourteen

He lets Roy slide down his body, and taking his hand, Bryan leads him back into the bar. He feels weak, still drunk, embarrassed, tired, appalled, and on some strange level, Roy was exhilarated, euphoric even.

Bryan is clutching my hand,’ Roy notes ecstatically. Such a befuddling array of emotions was flooding him that he’ll need at least a week to process them all.

The bar is noisy and crowded and the music has started so there is a large crowd on the dance floor. Liam and Hailey are not at their table and Angelo has disappeared. Kingsley looks lost and pitiful on his own. That’s the Hailey effect.

“Where’s Hailey and Liam?” Roy shouts at Kingsley above the noise. His head is beginning to pound in time to the thumping bass line of the music.

“Hailey went dancing,” Kingsley shouts back, and Roy can tell he’s angry. He is eyeing Bryan suspiciously. “And Liam had to leave.”

Angelo must have told Kingsley something.

Roy shrugs on the black jacket he left on the seat. He’ll be ready