Brandon walked down the escalator out of the gate area, his gaze searching for Tim. Since it was only a weekend stay, he’d brought a small carry-on with him. He just hoped Tim would be there to get him. Last time when he’d had to come to LA instead of Tim coming to Lincoln Hill, Tim had sent a driver for him. He was going to be pissed if that was the case this time.
He was already in a sour mood. It was ten minutes after nine, and he’d paid for a crummy sandwich on the plane. He hadn’t been able to get any earlier flights. It had also cost him far more than it should have for what amounted to an hour-long flight.
Just as Brandon was starting to grow even more annoyed, Tim dashed inside through opening automatic doors. He rushed at Brandon and pulled him into a tight hug.
“I’m so sorry.
