Three men together. Diverse tastes ... one common love.<br><br>Richie Morton’s sunk all his hopes and savings into a new restaurant in South London promoting British ingredients and recipes. Yet on opening night, it all seems to be heading for disaster. Lost ingredients, manic chefs, no sign of the customers ... he’s in despair. And where are his best friends Craig and Ben, who’ve been helping him set up the new venture? The least they could offer is moral support.<br><br>When they do eventually step in, though, they offer support of a very different kind. They tell Richie some home truths -- that he pushes himself too much, and must learn to share and trust his life with others. With them, specifically. And then, when Richie’s still unconvinced, they decide to let actions speak for their love instead. They’ll help him relax and dish up a caring, sexy, and far more intimate menu.

Dish of the Day

He was also learning to accept the physical pleasure of arms around him. Craig’s arms, to be precise, which was a bit of a surprise. Craig’s chair was close to his, their knees brushing together, and Ben’s comforting hand on Richie’s arm had been replaced by Craig’s firm and delicious grip around his shoulders. No one seemed to find it unusual except for Richie himself.


Craig leant in closer, his breath murmuring into Richie’s ear. “Hey, skinny arse. When did youlast eat?”


“What?” Richie seemed to be saying that a lot tonight. He wanted to smile at Craig’s teasing. Skinny arsehad always been his nickname at college. No one had called him that for years.


Chapter 7