Tommy
I don’t know why I was so nervous sitting across from VJ. We’d been close friends growing up. Hell, until he decided to kiss me, we’d been really tight. I’d told him my hopes and dreams. I shared every thought and idea I had. I’d even let him tutor me in literature class, and I’d written a poem to him when it was assigned. I’d only kept a couple things back.
Now we were a few years past our thirtieth birthdays and shared a border between our spreads, but we hadn’t really talked to each other for a little over a decade.
VJ’s graduation from the University of Nebraska at Lincoln in agronomy had occurred in the same year as my graduation from the school of animal science, but for all intents and purposes, we hadn’t spoken since the first year of college when we’d shared a dorm suite.
