“I probably could have explained better.” It’s Sam’s turn to laugh. “You did much better than me, when I came out to my parents. Barely ten feet through the front door, and I pretty much shouted at my mom that Troy would be sleeping in my bed during our visit.” My lips twitch, a smile trying to form despite my mood. “That was my backup plan. Walk in and announce that Nigel St. James was sleeping in my bed.” “Tried and true coming out method,” he jokes,
