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Brock made to pull his hand back, but Calvin held on. Andrew didn t seem to even notice. He placed two plates of black-eyed peas, red
onion, and salsa on the placemats in front of them.
 Enjoy, Andrew told them.
 Thank you. Looking at the food, Brock began to believe he probably would enjoy. The steam rising from the plates caused his mouth to
water.
Calvin let go of Brock s hand and picked up his fork. Brock immediately missed the contact.
 Did you bring any drinks? Andrew asked.
 Oh, yes, sorry, Calvin said, dabbing at a smear of vinegar on his chin.  A six-pack of beer.
 I ll fetch you some glasses, then, Andrew said, before walking away.
There was something not right about that guy, Brock thought, but the sight of the food distracted him from pursuing it.
He tucked the large cloth napkin into his collar. Salsa would be a bitch to get out of his silk shirt if he spilled anything on it.
 Oh, my, God! Brock moaned through a mouthful of food. The taste was rich, full, sweet, salty& he didn t know. This was the best darn Texas
caviar he d ever tasted.
 Glad I brought you here now? Calvin asked after also tucking in his napkin.
Brock was so moved by the culinary spectacular, he reached out and took Calvin s hand. The gesture wasn t lost on his boyfriend.
Even when Andrew returned with their glasses, Brock didn t make a move to separate. Andrew didn t bat an eyelid as he wished them  Bon
appetite, and withdrew.
The excellent food, and Brock s need to ingest more of it than he could comfortably do with one hand, finally persuaded him to let go of
Calvin, who smiled warmly at him, causing butterflies to briefly take flight in his insides. The man sitting opposite was everything Brock could have
ever wished for: kind, generous, and sexy as sin.
They ate in almost total silence, each too intent on their food to talk. Brock then noticed there was music playing softly in the background;
George Straight was singing one of his honky-tonk numbers.
 Want a drink? Brock asked.
Calvin nodded, his mouth full.
Brock lifted the six-pack from the floor, pulled out a couple of bottles, screwed off the caps, and poured the contents into the glasses.
 Cheers, Brock said as they clinked glasses.
 To us.
Brock nodded. For the past couple of weeks Calvin hadn t exactly been subtle in his attempts to persuade Brock and Junior to move to New
York. But never had he actually come out and asked them to stay.
Brock had to admit the Big Apple had a lot to offer. Calvin had the connections, he d already shown him that. Brock, as Calvin had said
many times, had the construction skills. Together they could make a real go of flipping apartment blocks, providing decent homes for folks.
 Earth to Brock, are you receiving me? Calvin asked.
 It s a big step.
Calvin nodded, knowing what Brock was talking about.
What was holding Brock back from not agreeing there and then to move? Lord knew there was nothing for him or Junior back in Texas.
However, Brock still wasn t comfortable about Calvin paying for everything: the setting up of a construction company, sponsoring Junior through
college, buying them both clothes, the list seemed endless. But, Brock reasoned, if he could make the construction business a success, he d be
able to pay Calvin back.
 Ready for the main course? Andrew s voice brought Brock back to the present.
 Uh, sure. Say, they were mighty fine beans. Please pass on my compliments to Matthew, did you say?
Andrew s face lit up again. Brock wondered if he showed a similar reaction whenever anyone mentioned Calvin to him.
Andrew made to take the plates. Calvin moved quickly to pick up their half-full glasses. Brock shot Calvin a confused look. Calvin mouthed,
 In a minute.
 You re in luck tonight, Andrew said.  It s Matthew s famous smoked brisket and ribs.
 Oh, man. I swear, his smoker is like a magic portal or something, Calvin said.
Andrew laughed.
 You still have that rolling reservation for the fire department?
 Yes, every Friday night at eight.
Brock s confusion must have shown on his face.
 The fire department was going to ticket them for having a smoker on the roof, this being a city and all, Calvin began.
 But Matthew invited the bloke to come back that evening and try his smoked pork, on the house. He did, even brought a friend with him, and
after one taste the bloke asked us for the ticket and ripped it up in front of us. He said that we d never get another ticket so long as we kept a table
free for them every Friday. They insisted on paying the bill when they left, and gave me a big tip, too.
 Amazing, Brock said. He didn t think such cozy arrangements would go on in the big city.
 We had to turn a few patrons away this evening when word got out that Matthew had run the smoker yesterday. You were lucky we managed
to fit you in.
 Thanks. From both of us, Calvin said.
Andrew departed, and after remembering their earlier unspoken conversation about moving the glasses Brock raised an eyebrow.
Calvin must have remembered, too.
 Andrew is blind.
 Huh?
 The two of them decided to open up this hole-in-the-wall, Matthew doing the cooking, and Andrew waiting tables. It gives Matthew a reason
to cook, he s originally from a large family, and it also gives Andrew a job, one he d never be able to have in any other establishment. By day
Matthew is a licensed massage therapist, and Andrew is a book editor.
 Really?
 They re just a small operation. There s no menu, you get whatever Matthew has cooked that day. They don t advertise, there s no need, it s [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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