Without Fear - Reese Knightley Page 0,23

I?” Perfect eyebrows lifted.

Logan snatched up Macy before he could react and plopped the slender man’s back on the couch cushion. He leaned his frame over Macy and then reached down to lightly dig his fingers into his rib cage.

“Oh god no! Logan!” Macy squealed with laughter and wiggled so much that they tumbled off the couch and onto the floor.

His wound smacked the edge of the coffee table, lancing a burning pain through his arm, but he buried his face in Macy’s hair and hung onto the laughing man, wanting to enjoy this moment forever.

Macy tried to return the tickling, and Logan chuckled, lifting his head.

“I’m not ticklish.”

Macy glared teasingly up at him. “I’ll have to think of another way to get my revenge.”

“I can’t wait.”

Macy

“I had a relatively normal childhood growing up. If you can call the son of a Vegas showgirl normal,” he said lightly.

Logan looked up from a slice of pizza. They’d ordered it delivered and were sitting on the couch.

Rather than look turned off, Logan looked intrigued. It wasn’t that he was ashamed of his mother. On the contrary, he admired her and loved her very much. She had been the one constant in his life, there for him through any adventure he’d attempted and there had been many. She’d loved him unconditionally.

Logan had been right, though, he had avoided any type of intimate conversation over the past several months with the man. Hell, he’d even withheld his age from Logan… It was a wonder Logan kept coming back at all. He’d wanted to share, but feared saying too much. Logan now knew almost everything and Macy felt lighter for it.

“Tell me.”

Macy smiled at Logan’s demanding tone.

“Mom danced in Jubilee.” Macy waved a hand down his frame. “I learned to wear a towering headdress from the best of them.”

Logan chuckled just as he intended, but it was all true.

“I knew I was gay at the age of thirteen when the boys in Vegas held my attention more than the girls.” He shrugged. “Mom noticed that and my fascination for pretty clothes.”

“Where is she now?”

“In Vegas. She’s semi-retired. The show ended in twenty-fifteen after a thirty-five-year run. She works part time filling in for various shows around town.”

“Where’s your dad?”

“Pops? He’s probably on the ranch in Wyoming.”

“A Wyoming rancher and Vegas showgirl?”

“I know, right? Pops went on a week-long trip to Vegas with friends. He met my mom and the rest was history.”

“Wait… did they do the drive through wedding?”

Macy laughed around a bite of food. “No. He knocked her up and left.”

“What?” Logan’s brows drew together.

“Just kidding, it wasn’t like that. She called him when she found out about me. He wanted to do the right thing, marry her and bring her back to Wyoming, but mom said hell no.”

“Did she tell you about him?”

“I spent three months out of every year until I turned seventeen at the ranch. Pops isn’t a dead-beat dad or anything like that. Of course, he doesn’t quite know what to do with me,” he admitted.

Logan brushed a piece of fallen hair away from his cheek and Macy shivered beneath the man’s touch and wiped his hands on a paper towel.

“That’s his loss.”

“Oh, he’s not mean or anything. It just became awkward when I hit puberty. Having a gay son hadn’t been on his agenda.”

His big, gruff father hadn’t known what to say when he’d told him he was gay. Other than a soft pat on his shoulder, the man had nothing further to say. At first, he’d regretted telling his dad when their normally long silences went on uncomfortably, but after several years, his father had learned to live with it and had loosened up a bit. In fact, the last visit to the ranch had been initiated by his father and when Macy had arrived, he’d found documents waiting. His father was leaving him the ranch in his will, but wanted to give him fifty percent then.

“Why?” He’d stared in shock into eyes as blue as his own.

“Because I want to do right by you.”

And then he’d seen it, the guilt, and he’d walked into his father’s arms and held him. With no hesitation, his father had squeezed him tightly.

“I’m glad his son is gay.”

He was jogged from the past by Logan and smiled.

“I’d like for you to meet him. I think he has it in his head that all gay people look like those stereotypical people on the TV. Of course, I don’t help his misunderstanding by