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ZEKE
FOUR MONTHS LATER
My lover sat across the white-linen tablecloth from me, enjoying his first glass of wine. Soft overhead music caressed the restaurant’s sprawling room, the clink of silverware and murmured voices adding to the atmosphere for our celebration dinner.
“So, are you excited for tomorrow?” I asked him.
Levi held his glass of Chardonnay to his lips and smiled around the rim before taking a sip. “Nervous.”
“Are you going to keep those scallops down?”
“Gross, Zeke.”
I shrugged while smirking. “You know how I was raised.”
“Yes, but at the dinner table?”
“I think you’re going to be a perfect fit at Benson & Benson. They’re a huge firm, one my dad has worked with for years.”
Levi’s eyes went misty as he set his glass back on the table. “I’ll never be able to repay
