For two months, Ramon was just the UPS guy again. Brandon saw Ramon on the road a couple of times. Once, Ramon recognized him and waved to him with a cheery grin. He came in with his occasional deliveries, as usual, but after that first uncomfortable time, Brandon let Celeste sign the board. When Brandon saw the brown truck pull into the store’s drive he was careful to be in the storeroom or busy at the register. Having Ramon so close and not wrenching him off his feet and into a grappling hug wasn’t something Brandon trusted himself with. And, clearly, he couldn’t trust Ramon with his heart.
The first Saturday in May, Brandon drove over to Celeste's house for a Kentucky Derby party. He showed up with two bowls of still-warm German potato salad, his fingers smelling of the onions he’d sli
