Cutting Cords (Cutting Cords Series Book 1) by Mickie B. Ashling

Author:Mickie B. Ashling [Ashling, Mickie B.]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Mickie B. Ashling
Published: 2020-06-01T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 18

The last time Cole had been inside a dance club was before he’d left San Francisco three years ago. A lot had changed since then. He couldn’t see two feet in front of him for one thing, and as such, he felt completely out of his element. Secondly, he’d never been in a gay club and had no idea what to expect. Sloan disappeared as soon as they walked through the entrance so he stuck to Emily who was commenting on everyone’s attire and level of hotness.

“What a treat,” she exclaimed. “Too bad none of them will give me a second look.”

“Perhaps we should have gone to a straight club instead,” Cole remarked. “But didn’t you say there was a boyfriend back in Boston?”

“Sort of, but it doesn’t mean I can’t feast my eyes,” she admitted.

He smiled, enjoying her candor. No wonder she and Sloan were best friends. They were watching the dance floor from the side lines close to the bar. She had no idea he was sight-impaired, but it didn’t matter, since she was being his eyes and ears for the night. The club-goers were gay men in their late thirties and early forties. Professionals, Emily remarked, sipping her Cosmopolitan very slowly. Cole was nursing a glass of white wine. He didn’t want to get drunk but needed the liquid courage to get him through the evening.

Still out of sorts from his encounter with Sloan on the kitchen floor, he regretted his harsh words. How could he have been so cruel? Sloan deserved better. Even so, he refused to admit he was queer. Bisexual, maybe, but Sloan’s ultimatum had pissed him off. In different circumstances, he might have reacted differently, but he was practically engaged, for God’s sake. Did Sloan honestly think Cole would stand up and proudly declare he was gay?

In truth, Cole wasn’t sure of anything anymore. All the constants and truisms in his life had been yanked out from under his feet. Sexuality was only one of the many problems he was facing. He replayed the events of the evening, trying to determine when he could have made amends. He supposed that a simple apology would have helped, but Sloan had avoided Cole after the incident in the kitchen.

They’d stayed out of each other’s way until they stood side by side with Emily, waiting for their cab. Sloan was quiet, barely participating in the conversation. He even sat in front with the taxi driver and looked out the window as the cab moved toward the club, which was located at West 51st in the Hell’s Kitchen neighborhood. Max, Tin, and a few other people were meeting them there, according to Emily. She had chattered most of the way, which was a good thing or Cole would have never found out about the modeling session.

“What about his school?” Cole asked, trying to keep his voice from carrying. He was grateful for the divider between the front and back seat but wasn’t too sure about the level of security.

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