I could still remember the look on Collin’s brother’s face when I’d rejected him. A sense of perverse pleasure had filled me, but only after I remembered Collin’s broken words, the way he’d spoken of lack of support, of hate from his own family. I’d asked Chastity what his name was later, wanting to put a name to the face of the man that tormented a sweet little boy. Richard was one of the homophobic brothers. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t drop dead gorgeous.
