Indecision marked Gavin's brow as they stared into each other's eyes. If he walked off, the friendship would be over...shattered like a cheap piece of glass. They would still see each other at times, but the closeness wouldn't exist anymore, and that's what Brandy treasured the most.

He lifted a hand to her face, a sad smile tilting the corner of his lips. "I'm twenty-nine-years-old, and so help me, I've never met anyone like you.

"She blinked. "So...Is that good or bad?"

His forehead dropped to hers. A slight chuckle eased the tension. "I'm still trying to decide.

"Taking his reply to mean maybe, she slid an arm around his waist and guided him inside. "Come on, I'll see if I can't sway your opinion."