Chapter 3

“Okay, want me to pick up anything? Some dinner?”

“Sounds good. Maybe chicken or something.”

“I’ll see you in a few.” Max hung up.

Spencer took his work pants into his bedroom and tossed them in the hamper. He grabbed a pair of jeans from his dresser and pulled those on. It was fine to sit around in your boxers alone, but since Max was coming he’d have to play host.

By the time he tidied up his small one-bedroom apartment, Max was knocking on the door. Max actually had a key to his apartment, but he always knocked, no matter how many times Spencer told him it wasn’t necessary.

“Hey, you,” he said, opening the door to Max, who held a bucket of chicken and a bag containing the sides.

Max greeted him with a smile, though it was strained. “Hey, yourself.”