Chapter 2Getting drunk had been Johnny’s agenda for the weekend ever since his boyfriend Christian—ex-boyfriend, ex-boyfriend, he had to keep reminding himself—decided that a hockey player made better relationship material than an actor on a second-rate cable network show. Not that the LA King wasn’t cute, but f**k, his teeth weren’t even his own, and if Christian got annoyed because Johnny wasn’t quite ready to come blazing out of the closet in glittery rainbows, he was in for a real treat when he realized he’d hooked up with someone so heavily barricaded in his own closet, it was going to take a thousand Pride parades to break it down.
The second suite was supposed to be for Christian. Johnny’s shooting schedule had been killer for the last month, so he’d made arrangements to get the we
