It had been six months already and Brandon had not visited the therapeutical den. She had even forgotten everything about him. Evan seemed nice. He drove her to work every morning and assisted her with mowing lawns and cleaning gutters every last Saturday of the full-moon, but she had yet to make her mind up.
On Monday morning, she dressed up and stood in front of their gate waiting for Evan to pick her up as usual. However, Brandon came instead and stopped right behind her and slowly wound down.
"My head beta gave me a warning strike the last time you visited my workden. Thank you very much for trying to ruin my reputation! Please, leave me alone!"
"I want to talk to you," he said and removed his sunglasses. His ruggedly handsome face looked a bit familiar, but he was nothing like the person he was trying to impersonate.
