Brandon loved his new job. It was challenging and new and definitely not easy, but he was finally working on something he was passionate about. His co-workers were nice, and his boss was… well, maybe not “nice,” but nice enough compared to—
Anyway. He was doing well. He loved his job. Life was good. Of course, it had taken only one call to ruin everything.
Brandon pursed his lips, thinking once again about Wilson’s call last week. Hearing his voice again had felt like a punch to the gut: it had left him breathless and his body hot and full of adrenaline. He had felt so damn alive.
Not that he had felt dead in the past few months, but the world was suddenly so much brighter and more vibrant, and hearing Wilson’s voice was just…
Brandon talked to him mechanically, hardly knowing what he
