Moving Along
Brandt smiled as he added the framed photo to the collection on the mantel. Jason or John, he couldn’t remember which one, had taken the shot of Brandt and Mark at Thanksgiving. Mark’s beautiful, dark blue-gray eyes shone as they focused on Brandt. And his sandy blond hair—damn, Brandt loved to run his fingers through those straight, thick locks. Their smiles were full of the joy they felt in the other’s company.
And they’d been spending a lot of time in each other’s company. Brandt shuddered at the reminder of having been a third wheel tagging along with friends, so with Mark in his life, he finally had an entertainment partner, whether to movies, dinner, shows…anything. Plus, since they’d each settled in this town due to job transfers and were far from their families, it s
