I tried to keep the shock off my face, but I could feel the heat rise to my hair roots probably turning my brown hair red.
Dad’s married to Henry. To a guy? No way.
“Um, Dillon, did you hear what I said?” asked Dad.
“Yeah. Congrats. Can we go now, I’m really tired.”
Dad and Henry exchanged glances. Henry shrugged his shoulders.
“Sure, the car’s just outside,” replied Dad.
He reached for my hockey bag, but I beat him to it. “I’ve got it.”
We walked in silence to the car. Except my mind wouldn’t shut up. Dad’s married to a guy. How? Why? Did Mom know? Is that why she sent me away?
My “gay-dar” was on high alert now. I noticed a lot, and I mean a lot of guys together. A couple of them winked at me. Gross.
Just as I threw my bag into the Lexus, I heard my name.
I turned and saw Colleen two cars over. My stomach seized. She looked like a movie star with her big sunglasses. And with her hair blowing in the wind, my thoughts jettisoned back to her on a beach in a bikini. A tiny bikini.
“Hey, back at ya.” Lame. “Aren’t you going to the Cape?”
“We’re visiting my Aunt in Concord first. We head down tomorrow.”
I wanted to talk to her some more, but Dad rolled down the window.
“Who’s your friend?” he asked.
“Just someone I met on the plane.”
Colleen walked over. “Wow. You must be Dillon’s dad. You guys look alike.”
“Yup, I ‘m his dad. “
“Nice to meet you.”
What if Dad introduced her to Henry? No. No. No.
I think the straight Gods were looking out for me. Before Dad could say anything, Colleen smiled and said, “Gotta run.”
She winked at me and pressed something into my hand. I closed my fist tightly around it and watched her cute little backside sashay away.
I climbed into the back seat of the SUV, buckled up, and dropped my hand down out of view from nosey front-seaters.
Inside my hand was a pink triangle of paper. I carefully unfolded it. Colleen had written her phone number and a message: “Told you P-town was a colorful place.”
What did she mean by that?