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moment.
“Let’s put a pin in the fact that Devil seems to know an awful lot about Nick’s
parents for now. First, I want somebody to tell me where in the world that
Italian stud is. Not that it really matters. Where he should be is here trying to work this out with Mannie,” she declared with another hard look at
Devil.
“He will be by morning,” Devil muttered
under his breath as he began to text on his phone.
Rising, Mannie rose to fix another drink.
Reaching for the Crown Royale, he answered, “For now, he’s in Miami. The Devil
over there,” he remarked, gesturing toward Molly’s husband, “couldn’t continue
to live without some tech company. Nick went down to broker the deal.”
“I’ve already notified the company’s
pilot, Armando. I’ll have him home by morning,” Devil informed the other man.
“I’m sure this can all be worked out in no time.”
“You can fly him anywhere you want to,
Devil. The wedding will still be off. I already left him a voice mail that
said so.”
“What?” Molly shouted, shocked. Sure,
she’d heart Mannie say it earlier, but she’d assumed he was being dramatic.
“He hid me, Molly. He hid me from people
who matter to him. His familia. I can’t just forget that happened,” Mannie
stated before he took a swig directly from the bottle. Staring at his friends,
he shook his head emphatically. “Listen, amigas, I haven’t hid my light under
a bushel tree since I was eighteen and came out to my biological family. They
disowned me, but I stayed true to who I was. I can’t let anybody try to snuff
out my light again. Not even the man I love more than life. I can’t do it.
And after talking to his parents…let’s just say that it’s no secret why he’s
remained in the closet where they are concerned. But me? In a closet? I’d
never fit back inside one. I wouldn’t want to try. No, I’m gay to stay, my
lovely ladies.”
“Well, of course you are,” Molly said
decisively, “but, so is your future husband.”
“Not according to his parents,” Mannie
muttered, swinging the half full bottle of Crown back to his lips.
“What I want to know is why the little
coward hasn’t called. You left that voice mail for him, what? A couple of
hours ago? Why isn’t he burning up the phone lines trying to fix this shit?”
Samantha griped caustically.
“That’s probably my fault,” Mannie
revealed with an empty laugh, shifting the bottle of Crown from hand to hand.
“After I called him, ten minutes later, the phone started blowing up. Text,
calls, more texts, more calls. I was forced to take drastic measures.”
“What drastic measures, Mannie?”
Batting his long, sooty eyelashes, Manny
bit his lip before answering. “I might have relocated my phone to the
blender…. And turned it on puree. For being so expensive, those iPhones really
can’t take a beating AT ALL.”
“Oh, sweet Lord,” Molly moaned, staring at
a man that just might be nuttier than her own husband. “You didn’t think maybe
the better idea was to just turn the phone…I don’t know… off?”
“I was in the moment,” Mannie replied
blandly, lifting the liquor to his lips. “God,” he bit out. “You know what
this means? I’m facing thirty and single again. How fucked up is that?”
Looking at Sami, he asked, “You wanna go halfsies on our room at the old folks’
home? We could be roomies!”
“Okay, what about me?” Vivian injected,
smiling faintly at their mutual pal.
“Oh, you’ll eventually meet The One ,
Vivian. You’re too sweet not to find him. But me? I had my One and then
found out that he was a big, fat, deceitful liar. As for our Samantha? Let’s
just say that I haven’t met the boy with balls big enough for her not to bust.
I don’t think he exists,” Mannie replied, slowly ambling back toward his seat
on the sofa.
“You never know… I might not find
“Let’s put a pin in the fact that Devil seems to know an awful lot about Nick’s
parents for now. First, I want somebody to tell me where in the world that
Italian stud is. Not that it really matters. Where he should be is here trying to work this out with Mannie,” she declared with another hard look at
Devil.
“He will be by morning,” Devil muttered
under his breath as he began to text on his phone.
Rising, Mannie rose to fix another drink.
Reaching for the Crown Royale, he answered, “For now, he’s in Miami. The Devil
over there,” he remarked, gesturing toward Molly’s husband, “couldn’t continue
to live without some tech company. Nick went down to broker the deal.”
“I’ve already notified the company’s
pilot, Armando. I’ll have him home by morning,” Devil informed the other man.
“I’m sure this can all be worked out in no time.”
“You can fly him anywhere you want to,
Devil. The wedding will still be off. I already left him a voice mail that
said so.”
“What?” Molly shouted, shocked. Sure,
she’d heart Mannie say it earlier, but she’d assumed he was being dramatic.
“He hid me, Molly. He hid me from people
who matter to him. His familia. I can’t just forget that happened,” Mannie
stated before he took a swig directly from the bottle. Staring at his friends,
he shook his head emphatically. “Listen, amigas, I haven’t hid my light under
a bushel tree since I was eighteen and came out to my biological family. They
disowned me, but I stayed true to who I was. I can’t let anybody try to snuff
out my light again. Not even the man I love more than life. I can’t do it.
And after talking to his parents…let’s just say that it’s no secret why he’s
remained in the closet where they are concerned. But me? In a closet? I’d
never fit back inside one. I wouldn’t want to try. No, I’m gay to stay, my
lovely ladies.”
“Well, of course you are,” Molly said
decisively, “but, so is your future husband.”
“Not according to his parents,” Mannie
muttered, swinging the half full bottle of Crown back to his lips.
“What I want to know is why the little
coward hasn’t called. You left that voice mail for him, what? A couple of
hours ago? Why isn’t he burning up the phone lines trying to fix this shit?”
Samantha griped caustically.
“That’s probably my fault,” Mannie
revealed with an empty laugh, shifting the bottle of Crown from hand to hand.
“After I called him, ten minutes later, the phone started blowing up. Text,
calls, more texts, more calls. I was forced to take drastic measures.”
“What drastic measures, Mannie?”
Batting his long, sooty eyelashes, Manny
bit his lip before answering. “I might have relocated my phone to the
blender…. And turned it on puree. For being so expensive, those iPhones really
can’t take a beating AT ALL.”
“Oh, sweet Lord,” Molly moaned, staring at
a man that just might be nuttier than her own husband. “You didn’t think maybe
the better idea was to just turn the phone…I don’t know… off?”
“I was in the moment,” Mannie replied
blandly, lifting the liquor to his lips. “God,” he bit out. “You know what
this means? I’m facing thirty and single again. How fucked up is that?”
Looking at Sami, he asked, “You wanna go halfsies on our room at the old folks’
home? We could be roomies!”
“Okay, what about me?” Vivian injected,
smiling faintly at their mutual pal.
“Oh, you’ll eventually meet The One ,
Vivian. You’re too sweet not to find him. But me? I had my One and then
found out that he was a big, fat, deceitful liar. As for our Samantha? Let’s
just say that I haven’t met the boy with balls big enough for her not to bust.
I don’t think he exists,” Mannie replied, slowly ambling back toward his seat
on the sofa.
“You never know… I might not find
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