“You’ve been surprisingly cool about all this,” Danny said, genuinely pleased that it hadn’t been the horrible, confrontational experience he’d been expecting.
Eliot drained his coffee cup and stood, tucking his phone and notepad back into his bag. “I’m glad I wasn’t a complete pain in the ass. I’ll leave you in peace, I think I have what I need. If you have any comments to add, my contact details are all here.”
He handed over a plain business card with an email and cell number on it. Eliot O’Connor, one L. Danny would remember that.
“I can see myself out,” Eliot added, slinging his bag over his shoulder. “I wish you all the luck in the world now that you’re out and proud.”
“Thanks.” Danny smiled wryly. “Probably gonna need it.”
“Oh yeah.” Eliot nodded knowingly. “You’re gonna need it.”
Danny watched him go, not wanting to make him feel like he was being followed, and sipped his own coffee. He had the horrible feeling that Eliot was right.
He was going to need all the luck he could get.
