Wade
Wade excused himself to use the men’s room, hoping the line wasn’t going to be too long. That beer had run right through him. He was thrilled when he saw only one person standing outside the men’s room—it was usually a long wait.
He spied Landon at the end of the hall and was about to call his name, when another young man, the drummer, joined him. The guy leaned in for a kiss. Wade gaped and looked away from the private moment.
His first thought was why Landon hadn’t said anything to him. But then again, maybe he was just exploring. Although by the look on his brother’s face, he was pretty into the guy. His second thought was “poor Naomi.” He wondered how much longer she would be able to say that the drummer was “her boyfriend”?
When he returned to the table a short time later, th
