Page 147 of The Manny

“Okay. Then I’ll talk to him.”

“I’m sorry.” He hung his head. “I know he’s a good customer. I can’t believe I was so stupid.”

“You weren’t stupid, and he’s fine keeping his distance. He understands you’re upset.”

He sighed. “He’s actually a nice guy. We were becoming good friends. I’m sorry that got ruined.”

“Maybe in time, you can pick up where you left off. Platonically, I mean.”

His face tensed. “Maybe.”

Judging from his stony expression, I wouldn’t hold my breath. “I’ll talk to Scott. Don’t worry about him. He’ll be fine.”

“Yeah. I’m sure he will be.” He sounded almost resentful. “He has plenty of guys to keep him company.”

I didn’t say anything. Scott did have plenty of guys to console himself with, but if Brody wanted nothing to do with him, why did he sound so indignant?

“How are you doing, boss?” Brody asked suddenly. “You look tired.”

“Do I?” I gave a sheepish laugh. “Well, I had a little too much to drink last night, that’s all.”

“You and me both.” His gaze was assessing. “Everything okay at home?”

Surprised at the question, heat touched my cheeks. “Yes. Why do you ask?”

“You’ve been going out with me and the boys more lately. I thought maybe you were avoiding going home.”

“No.”

Maybe?

“We should invite Thomas to one of our Friday night drink-a-thons.” He laughed. “I’m curious what he’d be like buzzed.”

“You want to invite Thomas?” I frowned.

He shrugged. “I just figure he could use a night out.”

“He takes Sundays off.”

“Still. That means he hangs out with a five-year-old six days a week. Maybe he’d like some grown-up fun.”

“If I’m not home, he has to be. You know, because of Mia.”

“Oh, right.” He smiled weakly. “I guess it wouldn’t make a lot of sense for you to get a babysitter, so the other babysitter can go out drinking.”

“No.” I forced a smile.

“Anyway, I should get to work.” Brody stood slowly. “Thanks again for listening. Sorry to drag you into my personal drama.”

“No problem. I’ll reach out to Scott today.”

“Thanks, Jack.” He paused and glanced back at me. “You know I’m cool with you being gay, right?”

I laughed. “Yes. You’ve never done or said anything that would make me think otherwise.”

He winced. “I’m only struggling with this because it’s me. I… I didn’t know about this part of myself and it’s weird, you know?”

“I understand, Brody. I know you’re not homophobic.”

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