The images of the hunky football players on TV only provided a partial distraction. Barry’s mind teemed with mental suggestions about how he could have made this or that dish better or just differently. The Brussels sprouts hadn’t been much of a success. Only Zane had gone for seconds.
Jimmy’s head lolled. Before his lover toppled over, Barry guided the man’s head to his shoulder.
“If he gets too heavy just push him off,” Jake said.
“He’s fine,” Barry said, kissing the top of Jimmy’s head. “Love you, big guy.”
“Do you think Bess will go back to Frank?” Jake asked a few minutes later during a break in play.
Barry was surprised at the question. Jake had known the woman a lot longer than he had. But then Barry guessed Jake had figured the two of them were close and Barry would have a b
