Before, he had loved his life. Thought he could be happy living in LA forever, building an ambitious career until he made partner in the firm. What had he thought? That LA would cure his broken heart or something. But he wasn’t happy here, not any longer. All he saw was the smog and the traffic. At his office all he saw were the piles of lawsuits and endless work.
Tim’s friends had tried to set him up with a few dates, but he didn’t want them. None of them were Brandon. None of them had the direct way of talking to Tim that Brandon did. Nor the beautiful smile or dimples. Or the kind, sweet heart.
His cell phone buzzed and vibrated on his desk. Micah’s picture appeared.
He answered. “Hello, Micah.”
“Are you still coming over for dinner tonight?”
“No. I can’t make it.” He twirled around in his chair to look out the window.
“Again? You canceled last time.”
“I’m sick to my stomach. I must have eaten something bad.”