“I’m not,” he said. “There’s too much of Rhys in me. Of our dad. I see it sometimes, and I hate it.”
“But you do see it, and you want to change it. That’s how it starts,” Callahan told him. “That’s how I started.”
“I know. I know. I’ve… God, you can’t say anything.”
“Okaaaay,” Callahan agreed dubiously.
“I have been talking with someone online,” he admitted, and Callahan’s mouth parted into a face-splitting grin. “It’s new, it’s… I don’t know.”
“A man or a woman this time?”
\ “The same person. A man. Allan.”
“I love this development,” Callahan said.
“This bisexual development?”
“No, this.” Callahan waved his hand in Sebastian’s face. “This new you.”
“This new me also donated money to CLM today,” he said, rushing the words out.
“CLM? California Literary Arts Museum?” Callahan clarified.
He nodded.
“Remington is going to flip.”
“Remington will not know,” Sebastian corrected. “I did it anonymously, and you will not tell him.”
“What inspired this?” Callahan settled back against the couch. “Is Allan turning you into a philanthropist?”
“You sound like Jeremiah,” he grumbled. “And no.”
“Why then?” Callahan raised a speculative brow.
Sebastian dragged his tongue across the front of his teeth, swallowing down his answer and hoping it didn’t show on his face. It must make him look horrible, telling Callahan about his online friend and in the same breath basically admitting he liked Remington, too.
“You’ll come over on Friday night,” Callahan said, standing up and pulling his phone out of his pocket. He tapped out a message and shifted his attention back to Sebastian.
“What did you just do?” he asked.
“I let Jace know you’re alive.”
“Don’t tell him about the money,” Sebastian said, part demand, part plea.
“I don’t keep things from him,” Callahan said. “He knows me. He knows when I’m not being honest.”
“I don’t want Remington to know.”
“Because if Remington knew, he could judge you for it?”
“He can judge me all he wants,” Sebastian lied. “I don’t want my motives called into question. I’m trying to change my life—this is how I’m doing it.”
“I won’t tell Remington,” Callahan conceded. “But I won’t withhold it from Jace.”
Sebastian looked away, gritting his teeth together.
“It’s a good thing, Sebastian. He wouldn’t think poorly of you for it.”
