Chapter 8
“But I want to see you,” Ross whined.
Shifting his cell phone to a more comfortable spot on his ear, Drake would have thought he would have realized how annoying Ross’s whine was before. Love really was blind. Well, it wasn’t as though he hated Ross now. He still cared about him. He’d just finally opened his eyes to what an i***t he’d been.
“Why don’t we set it up for me to meet you and Stan for dinner or something?’
Ross sighed. “We’re fighting again.”
He came close to saying what else is new, but changed it to, “You’re always fighting.”
“This is different. He’s being so cold.”
Drake shifted on his couch, one ear listening for movement in the hallway and the other sort of listening to Ross. He glanced at his watch, noting he’d been on the phone for almost thirty minutes w
