Chapter 6Brandon didn’t go running that morning; he made cookies instead.
He felt a little guilty about it—he was sure Mel would just look at him and somehow know he’d been slacking—but if fretting burned calories, at this rate he could probably eat all the cake he’d ever want.
At exactly 3:45 A.M. he was freshly showered and back out the door, wearing jeans and his favorite green tee-shirt Stacey said looked great with his coloring. He was carrying a plastic container of chocolate chip cookies. Only six, since he didn’t want to make it weird, but hopefully enough to share over a neighborly interrogation.
He still wasn’t sure what he would do if Yannick was actually in trouble. Well, other than scooping him up like a very large, very thin puppy and taking him home. Which was probably a
