I pause in the center of Reid’s apartment, suppressing a laugh. “Oh my God, you really do have Candy Land.” The game is spread out over a simple wood coffee table. He locks up behind us and tosses his keys on the kitchen counter. His apartment is tidy and far nicer than mine. It’s not at all what I’d expect of a guy his age. He stuffs his hands in his pockets and rocks back on his heels, suddenly shy as he watches me take in his space. “Yeah, my niece was over earlier. I was babysitting.” “That’s sweet of you.” Hands still deep in his pockets, he shrugs his
