by Andrew Grey
His dad seemed taken aback by the question. “Of course I do.”
“Then, Dad, you have to let me go out and find what makes me happy. You can’t make that decision for me. Things would be great if I wanted to be a farmer, but I don’t.” He had to go for broke and push his point. “Did you want to be a farmer? Was this the life you had pictured for yourself when you were my age?” His dad didn’t answer, and Jamie saw the conflict behind his eyes, as well as the anger that was about to explode to cover up what his dad didn’t want to say. “Then sell the farm and go do what makes you happy.”
The stunned expression on his father’s face was almost priceless. His dad had always talked about how the land had been in the family for three generations and that Jamie was to be the fourth. “But—” Jamie knew he’d hit the nail on the head.
“Good farmland in Iowa, especially what we have, which is perfect for raising corn, is selling for ten thousand or more an acre. The farm is worth millions, Dad. Why continue to do something you don’t want to do when you can do something else? Lease out the land if you want, sell the livestock and travel maybe. Meet someone who makes you happy. You’re still young—you can do whatever you want.” It occurred to him as they were talking that his dad wasn’t happy either, and it probably had been quite some time since he had been.
“Jamie, I don’t think that’s….”
“The thing is, Dad, just do what you want. I just want you to be happy… as much as I want to be happy.” Finally, they seemed to be listening to one another. “See, I want the man who walked me around that yard on the pony to smile the way he did back then. I always remember the times you were happy. They were fun, and you used to play with me.” God, those times flashed through his head like a magic slideshow. “Go out and decide what you want to do. But all I ask is that when you’re out there getting your mojo back, you let me find my own.”
His dad did something Jamie hadn’t seen him do in quite some time: he smiled. The lines around his eyes deepened and then, as the smile faded, some of the worry and care that his dad always seemed to carry with him slipped away. His dad looked younger. “I don’t know what to say about all this.”
“You don’t have to say anything. But maybe once you’ve figured out what you want to do, you can come to New York for a visit. We’ll show you all the sights.” Never in a million years had Jamie expected to be inviting his father for a visit, but it seemed right. And when Arty put his arm around his waist and leaned closer, staying out of the picture but there in case Jamie needed him, that felt right too.
Jamie watched for the very first time in his life—that he could remember anyway—as his father wiped his eyes. He said nothing about it, but knew his dad had teared up. “I think I’d like that. Though you know, it’s hard to get away from the farm.”
“Maybe you could come for one of the holidays.” Jamie liked the thought of having his father come for Thanksgiving or Christmas. “You don’t have to make plans now, but think on it.” Jamie swallowed hard and wanted to visibly relax, but things could go downhill pretty quickly. “I’ll let you go, Dad, but I’ll talk to you in a few days.”
“And you have to let me know when that play of yours opens.”
Arty smiled up at him, and Jamie tried to keep his voice steady. “I’ll send you a ticket if you want to come.” He ended the call and handed the phone back to Arty. “Well, Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, I had not expected that at all.”
Arty set the phone on the table and nestled right in. “You found a way to speak to him that he understood. And someday I want to see those pictures of you on the pony.”
“That just might be possible now.” God, he felt like the knot in his gut had started to unwind. His phone rang and he snatched it up. “It’s Margaret.”
“Huh?” Arty said, checking the time on his phone.
“This is Jamie.” He tried to sound as happy as possible whenever he talked to her. He figured she had to deliver enough bad news that she needed someone happy to talk to sometimes. “How are you, Margaret?”
“I’m exhausted, and it’s all your fault. I have spent the last two hours going back and forth among cranky creative types, but I have things sorted.” She shuffled papers on her end. “Are you ready? I’m forwarding the images that will be used in the Uomo Elegante cologne ads to you. They are stunning and they plan to use them on a billboard in Times Square. They want you as their spokesperson.”
“Does that mean I shouldn’t do the other job with Arty?”
“That’s what I’ve been on the phone to work out. They have agreed to extend an exclusive contract for two years. You will only appear in their ads, and they are going to pay you handsomely for it. The fact that you already have this other job allowed me to ask for more.” She was clearly happy. “Everyone had agreed to the stipulations, so you and Arty are going to do the shoot. It’s for a literacy campaign, and they are going to step in as a sponsor, as well. So everyone wins. I’ll have more details once I get the contracts, but brace yourself for these images. They are amazing and some of the sexiest I have ever seen with clothes on.” She was nearly laughing.
“Thank you. Arty is right here with me, so I can tell him that we’ll be doing the photo shoot together.”
She paused. “I need to talk to him as well.”
“Is it good news?” Jamie asked.
“Naughty boy. He deserves to know before you do.”
Jamie snickered and handed the phone to Arty. “Hey, Margaret,” Arty said, and Jamie let them talk, getting up to get himself a beer. Hell, he was wondering if it was too late to go out to celebrate. He didn’t have a shift tonight, and Jamie was pretty sure Arty was off as well. They usually got one night during the week when neither of them worked. Though it looked like he wasn’t going to need to wait tables much longer. Jamie pulled open the refrigerator.
“You have to be kidding me!” Arty said with absolute delight. “No way!” He listened some more as Ryan closed the door, looking to where Arty stood, his eyes alight, practically dancing in the middle of the floor. “I’ll be looking for the information tomorrow. Thank you. I take back every nasty thing I ever said about you.” Arty laughed and then ended the call, whooping and racing over to Jamie, practically lifting him off the ground in his excitement.
“What’s going on? I could hear you in the hall,” Ryan said.
“Well,” Arty said, “both of you get changed, we’re going out for dinner. I did it. Broadway!” He could barely stand still. “A producer, one of the best, is mounting a production of a new play by Harold Meyer. It’s not a starring role, and Margaret is going to send the script over, but she says it’s a prime supporting role and they want me. She says a huge star has been contracted for the lead. She can’t say who it is, and the run is limited to three months, though there is an option for three more. But it’s Broadway, the big theaters.”
Jamie hugged Arty tightly, both of them jumping up and down, with Arty pulling in Ryan and the three of them shaking the entire floor. “We definitely need to celebrate,” Ryan said, and then Jamie explained his news. “I need to go change.” Ryan hurried to his room, and Arty tugged Jamie into theirs, closing the door.
“We’re both on our way,” Jamie said, and Arty nodded. “I know, don’t count on anything.”
“Exactly,” Arty said as he tugged Jamie into a hug. “But this is a red-letter day, one of the best of my life.”
“Not the best?” Jamie asked, because both of them signing for deals that could make their careers was pretty auspicious.
“Nope, not even close. The best day of my life will always be the day I was at the Pelican, when this adorable man in jeans and a T-shirt came up to me, mashing his hat in his fist, to ask for a fishing job.”
“That was some trip,” Jamie said, remembering how nervous he’d been.
“Yes, it was.” Arty pushed his fingers through Jamie’s hair. “Who could have possibly known then that you, Jamie Wilson, would turn out to be the catch of a
lifetime?”
Epilogue
SOMETIMES ARTY never knew what was going to happen. Who could have known that Jamie’s Off-Broadway play would be a big enough success that a larger production would be mounted and Jamie asked to reprise his role, with Arty being given the role of the other son? And who would ever have thought that both of their fathers would come to New York to sit in the front row, opening night? In a way, it was life imitating art, the healing of old wounds… resulting in happiness and joy. Standing on that stage was a dream come true, and Arty tried to see beyond the lights and the roar of the crowd to the people out front. It was nearly impossible. So much light came at the stage that it was impossible to see through. Arty took his bow and held out his hand. On his left was their leading lady, looking radiant, her eyes sparkling with excitement as adulation came their way and only intensified as the audience cheered.
A stagehand in black moved closer, placing red roses in her hand, and she beamed, holding the flowers close to her as she took another bow. She took Arty’s extended his hand, and Jamie took his other. He couldn’t help looking over at him. After a roller coaster year of career ups and downs, learning to live together, and actually… somehow, finding the time to love and maybe have a few minutes to talk, they had arrived at this spot—together—in a stunning opening night.
Jamie squeezed his hand as the entire cast stepped forward, took a bow, and then stepped back. They did the same as the applause continued, and then the curtain lowered and Arty held his breath. The curtain rose again, and this time the lighting was different so he could see beyond the lights and out to the first row of seats.
The cast stepped back, and Arty went to the center of the stage. He’d arranged to be the one to speak briefly. “All of us want to thank you for coming here tonight. This show is about fathers and sons.” He held out his hand, and Jamie came forward to take it. “It’s particularly meaningful tonight because both of our fathers are here, right in the front row.” The audience applauded, and Arty smiled out at the crowd. “We’re so happy that both of them could be here.” He looked at his father sitting next to Jamie’s, and applauded for them. “Having you all join us is amazing, and we want to leave you with this thought…. If we all listen a little more and talk a little less, we can do anything.” That had been true in the show and in their real lives. It continued to guide his and Jamie’s relationship.
The audience rose to their feet with thunderous applause, and the cast stepped forward for one last curtain call before the red velvet fell and Arty drew Jamie into a kiss.
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ANDREW GREY is the author of more than one hundred works of Contemporary Gay Romantic fiction. After twenty-seven years in corporate America, he has now settled down in Central Pennsylvania with his husband, Dominic, and his laptop. An interesting ménage. Andrew grew up in western Michigan with a father who loved to tell stories and a mother who loved to read them. Since then he has lived throughout the country and traveled throughout the world. He is a recipient of the RWA Centennial Award, has a master’s degree from the University of Wisconsin–Milwaukee, and now writes full-time. Andrew’s hobbies include collecting antiques, gardening, and leaving his dirty dishes anywhere but in the sink (particularly when writing). He considers himself blessed with an accepting family, fantastic friends, and the world’s most supportive and loving partner. Andrew currently lives in beautiful, historic Carlisle, Pennsylvania.
Email: [email protected]
Website: www.andrewgreybooks.com
By Andrew Grey
Accompanied by a Waltz
All for You
Between Loathing and Love
Borrowed Heart
Buried Passions
Catch of a Lifetime
Chasing the Dream
Crossing Divides
Dominant Chord
Dutch Treat
Eastern Cowboy
Heartward
In Search of a Story
New Tricks
Noble Intent
ions
North to the Future
One Good Deed
On Shaky Ground
The Playmaker
Pulling Strings
Rebound
Reunited
Running to You
Saving Faithless Creek
Shared Revelations
Survive and Conquer
Three Fates
To Have, Hold, and Let Go
Turning the Page
Twice Baked
Unfamiliar Waters
Whipped Cream
ART
Legal Artistry • Artistic Appeal
Artistic Pursuits • Legal Tender
BOTTLED UP
The Best Revenge • Bottled Up
Uncorked • An Unexpected Vintage
BRONCO’S BOYS
Inside Out • Upside Down
Backward • Round and Round
Over and Back • Above and Beyond
THE BULLRIDERS
A Wild Ride • A Daring Ride • A Courageous Ride
BY FIRE
Redemption by Fire • Strengthened by Fire
Burnished by Fire • Heat Under Fire
CARLISLE COPS
Fire and Water • Fire and Ice • Fire and Rain
Fire and Snow • Fire and Hail • Fire and Fog
CARLISLE DEPUTIES
Fire and Flint • Fire and Granite
Fire and Agate • Fire and Obsidian
Fire and Onyx
CHEMISTRY
Organic Chemistry • Biochemistry • Electrochemistry
