Bailey rubbed his tired eyes. He had been at the coffee shop almost all day—studying his options, replying to prospective employers, and reading the gentle, politically correct rejections he'd received from all of them.
I don't need people to be nice, I need a job. He huffed out a breath. I need something. Leaning back in the chair, he looked up at the ceiling. Bailey was in a Starbucks in the Castro, in the city of San Francisco—one of the most iconic places in gay culture in the United Sta