Could he get over his distrust of Brad’s every move? Every time Brad talked to another guy?
He sighed heavily and rose from the edge of bed, pacing the room. He didn’t want to let foolish pride oran old hurt ruin what he might have with Brad now.
Justin stopped near Brad’s dresser, several framed photos catching his gaze. He picked up one of Brad as a child with his parents. He couldn’t keep the smile off his face. Brad had been such a cute little boy. He picked up a high school picture of Brad next. Then he found one of himself with Brad and Rick from college. For a second he let the old pain overcome him and he nearly turned away, sure he couldn’t get over Brad’s cheating after all. But he pushed it away with effort, glancing at the next photo.