15 Chapter 15

When Bryce pulled into the lot, Charlie looked the building over. “So Italian, you said?”

“Yeah. You like Italian, don’t you?”

“Love it.” He waited by the truck for Bryce to join them. “Are they going to freak out if we walk in like this?” To illustrate what he meant, he slipped his hand into the other man’s, curling their fingers together until they were interlocked.

“No. This place is a lot like the bookstore. Gay friendly. I know the guy who is dating the head chef. I won’t take you anywhere you’ll feel uncomfortable.”

“And dancing?”

“They have a nice little dance floor and a guitar player on Saturday nights. I’m going to claim at least one dance.”

“At least,” Charlie agreed.