Saturday, June 28, 2008
Warren hummed as he flipped through the caterer’s brochure. Simple. He needed to keep it simple. He passed on the Teriyaki Grilled Salmon with Fruit Salsa and even the Chicken Cordon Bleu. They sounded delicious to him, but Darryl wouldn’t like them. He liked his food to be unfussy, and Warren placed Darryl above the guests as he pondered the options.
He settled on Grilled Chicken Chardonnay and Sirloin Beef with Burgundy Mushroom for the entrées; fairly simple, yet elegant. He put aside the menu and looked over the invitation options. He paused at one that caught his eye. Darryl would like its unfussy design with plain masculine lines and coloring.
A whisper of warm breath on his neck brought Warren out of his musing. A moment later, Darryl’s lips trailed up to
