Chapter 9Jay set down the last of the plastic fireman helmets and checked it off on his clipboard. “Let’s hope the first graders are less destructive than last year’s classes. We only have two spares.”
Wendell scooped the helmets into the ready box. “We’re screwed. The McBride twins are in first this year, remember?”
He hadn’t, actually, but not even the thought of the tiny terrors was enough to dampen Jay’s good mood. It had been a week since he’d learned Frank was gay. Seven days since he’d been able to kiss Frank without fear of being spurned. Almost one hundred sixty-eight hours since he’d opened up to another man about his desires and had every single one of them reciprocated. It was easier to come into work and face the fact that he wasn’t on the active roster yet, because it was e
