Brandon walked back to his house as the deep blue night gave way to orange and purple dawn. He was hungry and very, very tired, and his emotions were careening from happy to worried to thrilled to disappointed to worried again. Repeat, repeat, repeat.
But mostly he was just desperate for Saturday to come so he could see Yannick, even if they were only baking.
He really wanted to talk to Stacey before she left for work. Her idea about the neighborly interrogation cookies had been brilliant. Maybe she’d have some insight about the situation with Yannick in general. Like what to do about how Yannick had admitted he didn’t love his boyfriend but didn’t think he could leave him. Even if he was perfectly happy to cheat on the guy.
Maybe Brandon wouldn’t mention that part.
And there was still
