Chapter 8

“Hey, you made it, right on time if not early. I just got here. I was going to go in and get us a table and then come back to watch for you. No trouble finding the place, huh?”

Smiling back, Monte shook his head. “You do a mean map there, buddy.”

The small café was everything Jed had said. The food was terrific. Knowing he’d be driving, Monte limited himself to one glass of the rich red house wine with a half-refill from the carafe the smiling waitress provided although he could have enjoyed more. He hated to leave one scrap of the delicious cantalone alfredo,but the heaping plate proved to be too much. Still he enjoyed every rich and tasty bite.

They talked over the meal as if they had been lifelong friends, sharing funny stories from their younger days. Jed dropped enough hints that Monte grew more assured the other man was at least bi if not gay, and probably was interested, but approaching the matter with caution.