Epilogue
Five months later
Nate was gonna throw up. The flight had gone well, and they’d made their way through a Christmas-decorated Heathrow, grabbed their bags off the conveyor belt, and now they were in a cab.
Eason squeezed his hand. “Don’t worry.”
He forced a smile. He’d already told Eason a thousand times he didn’t, and Eason hadn’t, not once, bought the lie. What if Barbara, Eason’s mom, hated him? What if she lectured them on their sinful lifestyle or ruined Eason’s Christmas? He’d been looking forward to it for so long.
Nate had gotten the job as a travel agent, and he loved it. He made more than he had when working at the restaurant, and he and Eason had moved to a bigger apartment in a better neighborhood. The neighborhood they’d been living in before wasn’t bad, but th
