Chapter 110
I really hadn’t wanted Wills to find out about it, but I’d had no choice but to tell him, after I’d made him promise not to shoot my father. It really wouldn’t have surprised me if he’d gone for his gun. After all, he’d been ready to do that when Poppa arrived unexpectedly with Acacia last summer.
But my side of the aisle wouldn’t be totally empty. I had the boys—all the former rent boys who’d become my family, and they had promised to be there to see me and Wills exchange vows.
And I had Wills.
“It will work out fine,” I told him. “Now why don’t you see what flights are available?” We’d fly directly to Southwest Florida International on Saturday morning, rent a car, and then after visiting with his grandparents, we could drive to Tarpon Springs on Sunday, stay for a few hours, and then come home. “I’ll get dinner ready.”