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  Luis and Gage turned and faced Jase. At the same time they both said, “A favor?”

  “I’ve been thinking of investing in a new line of electric motor homes,” Jase said. “They are just as large and luxurious as the regular mobile homes on the market now, only these don’t run on gasoline and they are much cheaper to run, not to mention more environmentally responsible.”

  “Sounds like a wonderful concept,” Luis said.

  “It is,” Jase said. “If they are any good. I don’t want to invest unless I’m certain they are reliable and cost efficient. If they are, it could change the entire market. If they aren’t, it could be a huge waste of time.”

  Gage shrugged. “Sounds like a great idea. But I don’t see how I can help you.”

  Luis sent Jase a wary glance. “Oh, Gage, don’t ever underestimate my husband. Jase always has a plan.” He folded his arms across his chest and turned to Jase. “What are you up to? You’re scheming again. I can tell by the look in your eyes.”

  “I am not,” Jase said. He was scheming, but was hoping to not be too obvious. “I was just thinking about something. Now that Gage is here, we might be able to get away for a long weekend. I was invited to try out one of these new motor homes next month and I was just wondering if Gage would stay with Hunter while we’re gone.”

  “Oh, I don’t know.” Luis said.

  “Yeah, Dad,” Hunter said. “I’d like that. Uncle Gage can take me fishing.”

  Camp barked as if he thought it was a good idea, too.

  “I wouldn’t mind at all,” Gage said. “I’d love to hang out with Hunter for the weekend. I can take him to Brooklyn to meet all my friends. We can go fishing at a place I know out on Long Island. As long as it’s okay with Luis. I don’t want to get in the middle of something.”

  Jase could see there was still resistance between Luis and his twin brother. They both seemed to be tiptoeing around each other without being obvious about it. Jase didn’t want to push the issue that night. He figured it would be best to let the idea sink in and let Luis have time to think it over before they made any definite plans. But he really wanted to check out these motor homes, and he wanted to do it with Luis. He’d heard about these clothing-optional gay campgrounds out west, and there was nothing he wanted to do more than get Luis naked in the woods. So he smiled and said, “Let’s all think it over. We have a month to decide. We can talk more about it this weekend at Cider Mill Farm, after Gage has a little talk with Cory and Ted.” He sent Gage a smile.

  Luis seemed to relax. “I guess we could think about it.”

  Hunter started jumping up and down. “Say yes, Dad. I want to go to Brooklyn where Uncle Gage lives. I’ve never been to Brooklyn.”

  “It’s up to your parents, Hunter,” Gage said. “And I really have to be going now. Daksha is waiting for me.”

  “Say goodnight to your uncle and run upstairs now and do your homework,” Luis said. “I’ll be up in a minute. We’ll talk about this more.”

  Hunter hugged Gage and went upstairs with Camp. When Luis, Gage, and Jase reached the front door, Jase patted Gage on the back and said, “I’m glad we’re going to finally get to know you. Welcome to the family, Gage.”

  Gage hugged him and said, “Thanks for being so understanding, Jase. It means a lot to me.”

  Luis walked up and put his arms around his twin brother. He kissed him gently on the cheek and said, “Do you need any money to get back to Brooklyn?”

  Gage smiled. “No. I’m fine. I’ll call you tomorrow.”

  “Good,” Luis said. “Call my cell. I have a shoot in the morning in Central Park. But I’m free after one o’clock. Maybe we can meet for a late lunch at the hospital tomorrow.”

  “Sounds good,” Gage said. “I’ll be there most of the day.”

  When he was gone and Hunter and Camp were upstairs, Jase walked up behind Luis and said, “I’m still a little shocked at how much you both look alike. It’s almost creepy.” They were in the kitchen. Luis had just cleared the dishes and he was stacking the dishwasher.

  “That’s always been the main problem,” Luis said. “We look alike, but we’re complete opposites. You heard Gage. He loves fishing and hunting and playing baseball. I’d rather be reading a good book, running in the park, or strolling through a museum.”

  Jase kissed the back of his neck. “I’m glad I got the one who likes to read good books,” he said. “I like my guys soft and sweet.”

  “Do you really?” Luis said. “I was kind of wondering about what happened between you and Gage this past weekend. I know nothing sexual happened. But I was wondering what went through your mind when Gage kept turning you down.”

  “Are you kidding?” Jase asked. He lowered his hand and slipped them down the back of Luis’s pants. “I thought you’d lost your mind. I was totally freaked out and I was going to insist you see a doctor this week.”

  “I’m sorry I put you through that,” Luis said. “But I had to do it. I thought all weekend about calling you and warning you. But I knew you wouldn’t have gone along with the plan, let things play out. It was the only way to really know whether or not I could trust my brother for sure. I hope I can make it up to you someday.”

  Jase still didn’t understand this part completely. But he didn’t want to drag it out. He knew Luis was being sincere and he knew Luis trusted his brother in spite of the circumstances. He reached down and squeezed Luis’s ass hard. “Oh, I’ll think of a few ways for you to make it up, Luis. One of those ways might include a long weekend in an electric motor home with all the luxuries of home.”

  Luis laughed. “I knew that was coming. You’re an evil man, Jase Nicholas.”

  “Seriously. Would it really be so bad to leave Gage with Hunter for a few days? I can tell you firsthand Gage got along very well with Hunter his past weekend. They love each other. And we never get a chance to just get away all by ourselves.”

  “I’ll think about it,” Luis said. “It might not be a bad idea. But you have to promise me one thing in return.”

  “What’s that?”

  “I’m really missing Alaska for some reason,” he said. “We need to plan a trip there.”

  “I’ve been missing home, too,” he said. “We’ll set a date and make plans. I’ve been thinking about building my dream house there.”

  “You have?”

  Jase nodded. “It’s always been my dream to have a house on the water. And my father has been offering me the property next to his for years now. Would you be open to building a house up there? We couldn’t live there permanently until Hunter is much older, but we can spend time there.”

  Luis practically fell into his arms. “I can’t think of anything I’d love more than that.”

  * * * *

  When Luis finally agreed to spend a long weekend with Jase in an electric motor home, he only had one stipulation: they had to be in a campground where there was an Internet connection because he was working on a blogging event with Elena from Elena’s Romantic Treasures and Tidbits, and he couldn’t put it off. The event was an international contest that included everything from best lgbt books to the most artistic book covers and the artists who created them. Elena had named the Internet event The Over the Rainbow Awards. Although Elena did most of the work on her own blog, Jase knew how much Luis loved Elena’s blog, with all the romantic gay novels and artistic photos of nude and semi-nude men, and Jase knew how hard Luis had worked on the blog as a contributor. And he was completely devoted to Elena and the concept of promoting positive, enlightening images of the international lgbt community Elena had been building for a long time. The blog was Luis’s main hobby, and the one place Luis always said he could go and feel wonderful whenever he was upset or depressed about something. Jase didn’t want to take that away from Luis, especially now when Luis was helping Elena with an important event.

  So Jase found a gay campsite in California that had Internet service, a place surrounded by redwoods in Russian River wine countr
y, not far from the ocean. Then he arranged to pick up one of the electric motor homes near the airport in San Francisco so he could test drive it himself. The company that designed and built these electric motor homes was based on the West Coast and traveling to California was the only way to actually test one out. Jase knew the company needed serious investors, but he wasn’t willing to commit unless he liked and trusted the motor home himself.

  Gage took the weekend off from the male strip club he worked in downtown so he could spend the long weekend with Hunter at the house on 95th Street. Daksha, Gage’s new boyfriend, was out of the hospital by then, but he’d just landed a small part in a Broadway play and he was busy rehearsing all weekend. When Gage arrived at the door with his suitcase on Friday night, Jase had just set his suitcase on the floor in the front hall beside Luis’s. The cab that was taking them to the airport had arrived with Gage, and the driver was outside honking the horn.

  Jase waved to the driver and said, “We’ll be right out. Turn on the meter. It’s okay.” Then he turned and yelled up the stairs, “Luis, the taxi is here. We have to leave.” Jase had booked a commercial flight. He hated using the company jet and wasting both money and energy on just two people. He’d always frowned on politicians who did this, and he didn’t want to be like them. But he was starting to have second thoughts now. Luis tended to be late, and he despised flying so much he often clenched the arms of his seat most of the way to his destination. If Jase had taken his own small jet, they wouldn’t have been pressed for time.

  Hunter ran out of the kitchen and hugged Gage in the front hall.

  Camp started barking for no apparent reason.

  Jase picked up the suitcases and looked at the antique grandfather clock in the entry hall. He lifted his head toward the stairs and shouted, “We’re going to miss the plane, sweetie!” He always referred to Luis as sweetie when he was slightly annoyed.

  A second later, Luis jogged down the stairs, carrying a small briefcase that contained his laptop. He hugged Gage and told Jase, “I just wanted to make sure I have everything so I can work on the blog. I’m ready now.”

  Jase and Luis had already explained everything to Gage with regard to taking care of Hunter, from what he ate for breakfast to what time he went to bed at night. Gage had come to dinner the night before with Daksha and they’d gone over Hunter’s entire routine. Jase felt comfortable leaving Hunter with Gage, and he trusted his instincts. Besides, he’d already seen how competent Gage could be with Hunter from his weekend at Cider Mill Farm. But Luis hadn’t been there that weekend, and he always worried about what might happen, so he started reciting a long list of things Hunter could and couldn’t do all over again.

  Jase hugged and kissed Hunter goodbye. He hugged Gage and said they’d call as soon as they landed in San Francisco. Then he grabbed Luis by the arm and led him out to the cab while Luis was still rambling something about not giving Hunter any sugary drinks while they were gone.

  Midway to the curb, Luis yanked his arm out of Jase’s hand and said, “You didn’t give me a chance to kiss him goodbye.” Then he ran back to the front steps and threw his arms around Hunter. He hugged him so hard and kissed him with such force, the poor kid’s eyes popped open. “You do whatever your Uncle Gage says. Okay? And no scary movies.”

  “I’ll be fine, Daddy,” Hunter said, rolling his eyes.

  “It’s all good, Luis,” Gage said. “Stop worrying and have fun this weekend, buddy. We’ll talk on the phone.”

  Luis released his son and hugged his twin brother. Then he jogged to the taxi, where Jase was holding the back door open, staring down at his watch. As the taxi pulled away from the curb, Luis lowered the back window and shouted, “And no candy this weekend. You can call me if you need me. I’ll have my cell phone with me all the time.”

  Gage shouted, “Have fun.”

  Jase glanced through the rear window and watched Hunter and Gage wave from the front steps. He smiled and said, “Yeah, right. You know Gage is going to give him whatever he wants. I’ll bet Hunter is asking him what scary movies he brought with him right now.” Jase didn’t mind it when Hunter indulged in a few treats; the kid loved scary movies. He was a normal, healthy kid. He wasn’t fat, and he ate good food most of the time. An occasional candy bar or a soda wasn’t going to kill him. And as long as he didn’t have nightmares, what harm could a scary movie do?

  “Of course I know that,” Luis said. “I’m not an idiot, Jase. Gage is probably slipping him a chocolate bar right now. I just wanted to say it again, to instill a little guilt. If Hunter is going to eat bad food, at least it won’t taste as good if I make him feel a little guilty about it.”

  “Oh, that’s just wrong,” Jase said.

  “A little guilt never hurt anyone,” Luis said. “Your grandmother taught me that, and I trust Isabelle’s wisdom. It will help prepare us for when he’s a teenager and he’s exposed to drugs, alcohol, and God knows what else kids will be doing by then.”

  “You’re preparing way too far in advance,” Jase said. The kid was only four years old.

  “If more parents prepared in advance, they wouldn’t have as many problems when the kids become teenagers,” Luis said. “Isabelle told me that, too. You have to start when they are young. I know exactly what I’m doing. I’m going to drum certain things into his head from now until the day he turns twenty-one.”

  Jase couldn’t argue with him. His grandmother had pounded no drugs and no alcohol into his head all his life, and he’d never had any problems as a teenager. He’d had a strict upbringing, but one filled with love. And he’d turned out okay.

  Of course the plane was delayed for three hours because of bad weather in the South, and they had to land in Chicago because of severe turbulence and wound up spending six hours there, sitting on hard plastic chairs, listening to a rude young woman with pink and blue hair talk to her boyfriend on a cell phone. Too bad her parents hadn’t been stricter with her. By the time they finally did arrive in San Francisco, it was almost dawn and neither one of them had slept much at all. They slogged off the plane to baggage claim, then shuffled out of the airport and met a man carrying a sign with Jase’s name written with large black letters. He was the guy from the motor home company. He helped them into a black SUV and drove them to the factory outside San Francisco where they were building the electric motor homes.

  On the way, Jase yawned and said, “I’m sorry. I should have taken the company jet this time. We would have been here and settled by now.”

  Luis was doing something on his iPhone. He’d just called Gage to tell him they’d arrived in San Francisco safely. He didn’t look up. But he said, “It’s okay. We’ll live.”

  Jase smiled and placed his palm on Luis’s knee. This was one of the most amazing things about Luis. Though he’d been panic-stricken during the turbulent flight, though he’d been up all night clenching the arms of the seat, he had the ability to turn things around as if nothing had ever happened.

  The man from the motor home company set them up in a long, beige motor home with elegant black stripes. The interior had beige leather seats, granite counters, hardwood floors, and a marble shower stall. It reminded Jase of a luxury hotel room. It even had three flat-screen TVs and a built-in computer. Jase had driven motor homes before, so it didn’t take that long for the man to explain the basics. The most important part was how to charge the battery and how to switch over to gasoline if anything happened to the electric power supply. By the time they were ready to leave the factory parking lot and head to the Russian River campground, Jase was experiencing a second wind and he couldn’t wait to get out on the open road.

  They drove north for the next two hours, paying attention to the navigation system so they wouldn’t get lost. Jase wasn’t familiar with this part of the country and he’d been watching the way Luis’s eyelids had been dropping. Thankfully, they found the gay campground without any problems at all. So far, Jase was impressed with the way the electric motor home handl
ed. It lost power on inclines, and he didn’t feel comfortable going over sixty miles per hour. But it wasn’t all that different from driving any other motor home.

  When they pulled up to the gates of The Happy Landing Campground, an older man in black leather chaps stepped out of a small gatehouse. He had one of those bushy mustaches that dipped down on both sides of his mouth; his face was sunken and his head had been shaved clean. He wore jeans beneath the leather chaps, but no shirt. Though his body was defined for a man his age—he had to be in his sixties—his skin had that thin, watery, look that naturally happens with age, and Jase thought it would have been a better idea if he’d at least worn a T-shirt.

  Jase went into the gatehouse and registered at the campground. He paid a fee and the older man assigned him a parking space. Jase already knew how to hook up a motor home, so he didn’t need any explanation in that department. He was only gone fifteen minutes, but when he returned he found Luis slumped back in the passenger seat, sound asleep.

  When Jase shut the door, Luis bolted forward. “Are we here?” He sat up and looked back and forth, as if trying to get his bearings.

  “I’m sorry,” Jase said. “I didn’t mean to wake you. I’ll go park now and we can take a nice long nap. I’m exhausted, too.”

  As they drove through the campground, navigating the narrow dirt road, they passed two large women walking hand in hand. They were both nude, only wearing flip-flops. Luis gasped and looked up at the ceiling. Jase gripped the steering wheel and held his breath. A few feet down the road, they passed two large men with hairy backs and bald heads. They weren’t wearing anything either, just heavy black work boots. Luis gasped again and glanced at Jase.