Brandon didn’t make cookies.
He knew he was going to go running in the same neighborhood, though, even if he wasn’t sure when he’d stopped lying to himself that he wouldn’t. But he promised himself he wasn’t going to ask the ethereal young man on a date. He was just going to apologize for scaring him.
Yeah, by ringing his doorbell in the middle of the night. There’s no way that could possibly go wrong, he thought glumly while he pried Stacey’s cat off his running gear. Okay, so maybe I won’t apologize either.
Then what are you going there for?
There was no point in trying to justify it. Brandon had already told Stacey the truth: all he wanted was to see the man again. He could just do a quick run by, and if the guy was there Brandon would see him. He wouldn’t stop or talk or anything,
