Yes, Chef by T. Neilson

Author:T. Neilson [Neilson, T.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: gay romance
ISBN: 978-1-64080-521-7
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Published: 2019-04-01T16:00:00+00:00

THEY sat together that afternoon over the new Luminara tasting platter and savored the sweetness of the nasturtium, the perfume of the borage, and the nose-stinging pepper bite of the rocket. Then they moved on to charcuterie and the saison that Luke had brought. Simon watched as Luke poured it out. He’d never noticed the dark hairs on Luke’s arms before, or the lines, almost fine enough to be a stray hair or two, that creased at the corners of his eyes when he smiled.

Luke passed a glass of beer over to Simon and saluted him with his glass. “To the success of Luminara,” he said.

Simon inclined his head and clinked his glass against Luke’s. He sipped the beer. It was cold, yeasty, floral, and bright. He looked at the glass and didn’t bother to hide his surprise.

“Is there a frog in it?” Luke asked, looking amused.

“I don’t usually like beer,” Simon confessed. “But this is nice.”

“Saison is a French farmhouse style. Since we’re at a farm, it’s thematically appropriate.” He narrowed his eyes at Simon. “Is that why you and Hiro have the ongoing battle about the beer?”

Simon shrugged. His brother ran a brewery, and he was never going to disparage Nate’s product in front of anyone, let alone a world-class chef with an important food critic for a friend.

“Snob.” Luke tossed the word like a dart.

“Bull’s-eye,” Simon murmured.

“You should come to Argentina.” Luke sat back in his chair, and God, now that Simon was looking at him, really looking, he couldn’t stop. The long torso, the way his jeans hugged his hips and thighs, and the bulge down there—Simon suppressed a shiver. If he had to guess, he’d say Luke had all his clothes tailored, and suddenly Simon had a good idea why. “In Argentina, we have excellent beer,” Luke continued.

Simon tore his eyes away from his friend’s crotch and tried to look anywhere else. “I need a vacation,” he agreed. “Argentina sounds amazing.” He poked the place where he’d felt hurt, just to see if it still felt bruised. It did, but he kept poking anyway. “I bet you can’t wait to get back. When do you leave?”

“I was going back for September, but my uncle needs help in August, so I go back on Monday. I’ll wrap up the last of my business affairs and then”—he mimed an aircraft taxiing down a runway and then taking off—“back to the land. Maybe for good,” he added.

Simon took a long pull of the beer. “So you’re really out,” he said at last.

Luke nodded. “I am. It was the right choice. All I need to do now is say goodbye to the people I like”—he tipped his beer in Simon’s direction—“and put my condo on the market.”

“You’re not even going to wait till it sells?”

Luke wrinkled his nose and shook his head.

“Can’t wait to be gone, huh?”

Luke shrugged. He let his head roll to one side just a little and looked at Simon as though he were trying to figure something out.

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