For more than a decade, renowned chef Alain Tiessart has been married to his restaurant, driven to make it one of the finest in Paris. But time is slipping away. Lonely and ready for a change, he packs up his bags on one of the busiest holiday weekends of the year and drives into the French countryside.<br><br>Retired Brit Simon Hastings is prepared to spend Bastille Day as he always does -- quietly and alone. When his oldest friend arrives on his doorstep prepared to spend the next few days together, Simon is surprised but welcomes him in. He’s even more surprised when Alain suggests they move their relationship to a deeper one.<br><br>Unwilling to jeopardize their friendship, Simon turns him down, a decision Alain accepts gracefully. Until a friendly bet and an eager young man cast Alain in a new light. Now, Simon doesn’t know what he wants. Or who ...

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Simon cupped the back of Marc’s head, noting in a distant way how soft his hair was. He smelled the dessert and the alcohol on his breath, and his soft brown eyes never left Simon’s face. With a soft sigh, he touched his lips to Marc’s.


Marc whimpered at the first contact, opening up to Simon without prompting, without guile. His hands left Simon’s lap to press, hot and fluttering, against his chest instead. It took only a slight shift in his position for Marc to rise from his chair, and an even smaller one to get the young man seated across his lap.


Distantly, he heard a chair scrape across the floor. He knew it meant Alain had risen from the table, but he didn’t want to have to break away from Marc’s mouth to determine that for sure. Glass clinked against glass. He thought he heard water run, but then Marc squirmed against his arousal and Simon didn’t hear anything anymore.


Chapter 14