“I made you come all this way to pick me up. I could have driven there. This is totally out of your way. Shit, now I feel bad.”
“Please, don’t. I wanted to pick you up. I’m the one who suggested it.”
Drew sighed. “I should have asked more questions. I’m really sorry.”
“Drew, calm down. I’m serious. I wanted to pick you up.”
He nodded. It was true he would have felt bad if they’d been actually going on a date, but with Mark not wanting anything other than friendship it just seemed wrong. Still there was no point harping on it if Mark wanted to insist he didn’t mind.
The Glendale neighborhood where Mark’s mother lived was a typical suburban area, with single-story homes and manicured lawns. Lining Mark’s mother’s house were rose bushes, pansies, and gladiolas.
“Does she have a gardener?” Drew asked, getting out of the car.
“No, she does all that herself.”
“Wow, gorgeous.”