“I don’t give a damn about who you’re fucking, but think about the business.”
It took several tries before he could find his voice. “Think about the business?”
Harold sighed. “Caspian. You’re my son, and I will love you no matter who you spend your life with. I won’t ever be some rainbow flag-waving fool, and I won’t be telling people my son is queer unless there’s a need for it, but you’ll always be my son. All I’m asking you is, before you marry some flaming guy, think about what it would mean for the garage. People around here aren’t the forgiving kind, you’ll lose customers.”
Caspian had never known his dad so much as suspected he was gay. Or suspected maybe, but it was never something they’d discussed, and he’d never introduced a man to the family. “No one’s talking marriage here, Dad, but if it came to it, do you think I’d give a damn about what the people in this hell hole think?”
Harold chuckled. “Blade will never forgive you.”