He and Miles could move back to Eau Claire, where Miles would have his own recording studio. If Gavin’s singing career didn’t take off, he could work at the dealership with his father. There were worse fates in life. Sure, it wouldn’t be the fantasy life he’d dreamed of. But with Miles, he could see himself living in a nice house on a couple of acres. Dogs, for sure. And who knows…maybe kids. So many paths had opened up for gay guys in the last few years. When he went downstairs the next morning, his father was sitting by himself at the kitchen table, a glass of orange juice and a piece of toast in front of him. “Who are you, and what have you done with my son? My Gavin is never up this early.” “I’m becoming a grown-up, Dad, just like you always wanted. My shift at Java Joe’s starts at seven most days.” He filled the espresso maker’s reservoir with water and began preparing himself a cappuccino. “Can I make you some kind of a coffee?” “You’re not planning to do that for the rest of your life, are you?”
