“We really need some pine scented candles since this thing is plastic.” Heather inserted the next branch into the slot on the artificial tree.
“Are you dissing my tree?” Brian asked with a laugh. “You contemplate lugging a real one up three flights of steps.” He’d bought this one a few years ago, long before he’d met Tristan.
“I guess with the wedding and then the holidays, getting a new one or a bigger one was at the bottom of your to do list.”
“Pretty much,” Brian admitted.
“Tristan didn’t already have one?” Heather asked. The one they were assembling was only four feet tall, a perfectly adequate size for an apartment, but kind of small in the high ceilinged den of the brownstone.
Brian made a face. “No. And before you break out the thumb screws, it’s complicated and I don’t want to
