Chapter 13
“What are your plans now?’ Lance asked Tim as he and Ashtyn stood in line Monday morning, preparing to check out.
Lance looked casual in jeans and a brown polo shirt, while Ashtyn had some white-leather ensemble on, complete with white boots. Tim tried not to shake his head too much at his friend’s flamboyance.
It was nearing eleven in the morning, and the line for checkout was long because the Lincoln Hill reunion was officially over. Tim had noticed Brandon behind the counter, dressed in a black suit, as soon as they had entered the lobby. It was hard to keep his eyes off the man, really. And his chest ached just looking at him. Something he didn’t like. But there it was.
Brandon had been true to his word and hadn’t agreed to change his mind about being with Tim last night
