Chapter 6

“Yes, they are.” He winked at me, and I was taken in by this new, self-confident Brandon.

“I admit to being pissed at what you did,” I said around a forkful of strawberries and whipped cream. “It hurt me and I had a hard time getting past that. But after a couple of months went by, and a lot of soul-searching, I figured out that I didn’t make things easy for you—for us to work in the long run. I didn’t know how to tell you that, before, and I feel really bad that it’s taken me this long to say so.”

“Do you mean it?” He wiped his mouth on a napkin after finishing his half of the dessert.

“Of course I do. I’m not saying all this just because I miss you desperately, though I really, really do. I love you, and always will. But I’ve had a lot of time to think and get advice from a friend. So, let me just say this: my name is Adrian Bartholomew Mitchell, and I’m a controlling, self-righteous bastard, like my grandfather before me. I’m working on changing that.”