things to me that I see him thinking. “Bullshit,” I bark at him. “It bugs you, doesn’t it? To find out I’m not as masculine as you thought.” “Beau, stop it,” he bellows, loud enough to send his voice echoing through the room. My mouth shuts in a tight clench as I glare at him. “The only thing that bugs me is you thinking that my love and support for you has anything to do with masculinity. You think I care about how submissive you are to your partner? You think a real man can’t be submissive? Then I’ve failed you as a father, and that bugs me.”
THAT’S MY MAN EMERSON
