Randy was mostly silent on the way to the Burbank Airport, only murmuring occasional comments, and so Win followed his lead and didn’t say much either.
Unfortunately this left Win some time to brood. He couldn’t help but wonder if this was the beginning of the end for them. In all likelihood, if Randy got the job it would be.
Oh, sure, he could drive up to Vegas for a few weekends in a row or maybe twice a month, probably eventually drop to once a month. And then what? Once every three, then once every six? Eventually it wouldn’t be enough time for either of them. Hell, even every weekend wouldn’t be enough for Win. He wanted a boyfriend who would be there for him.
Which made him realize he had begun to think of Randy as his boyfriend. He wasn’t really sure when he had ceased to be the
