Chapter 3
Deciding to go out and buy new furniture was one thing. It had been the decision of a moment, born of pain and wretchedness and more than a little bit of anger. Actually doing it—physically prying himself from his bed, going out to a*****e, and picking out something new to take the place of the couch he and Adrian had agonized over—was a different matter entirely.
For good or ill, he had Greg. Greg wouldn’t let him weasel his way out of this no matter how many perfectly logical arguments he came up with. “Wakey wakey eggs and bakey,” Greg sang into the phone at eleven the next morning. Brandon could hear the manic grin on Greg’s bearded face.
He groaned. “I’ve been up since eight, Greg.” He moved the laptop and slouched back against the wall. “I’ve been working. Look, I’ve bee
