Exclusive Excerpt from Making Rules
by Susan Hawke
I gave him the once-over, noting for the first time that he wore guyliner and had polished his nails in a soft pink to match the polo he was wearing with his white chinos. Before this moment, I hadn’t looked away from his pretty face long enough to see that he was indeed quite fabulous. I was still laughing as I shook my head. “Oh, shoot. We really do need to be friends, I think. I mean, I always did love hanging out with the divas.”
Davey winked. “I will accept the title of diva because it fits, and don’t you forget it. So now that my interview seems to be over, what’s the deal with you and your hot Daddy? How long have you guys been coupled up? Mind you, I’m only asking because I’m nosy and like to know everything about a person when we meet. It never hurts to have too much information.”
“Right? Too much info is never a bad thing. Daddy and I have been together for about four years. We are so coupled up, as you put it, that we are officially in a domestic partnership. We would be married by now if it was legal. Isn’t it stupid that I could legally smoke pot in this county if I were sick enough, but I can’t marry the love of my life?” Daddy and I often talked about which one would be legalized first—gay marriage or recreational marijuana usage. My only thought on the subject was that I’d better be able to marry my boyfriend before my stoner friends could walk into a store to buy weed. But in our society, who knew how it would go? Honestly, here in California, it could go either way.