Chapter 8
“There you are.” Jim stood from his seat at a table outside Sutter’s Brew. He already had a coffee there for Edward, and containers of food that he’d made himself. Rather than go out for lunch, Jim had figured he could make it himself. He leaned in to give Edward a kiss.
“Mmm. God, you taste good.” Edward took his seat and reached for his coffee, taking a sip. “Sorry, bosses called me in as I was leaving.”
“And?”
“I got the job. Head bartender. Includes benefits even.”
“Congratulations.”
“Thanks. My head is swimming. Everything in the last week or so has happened so fast. You, the restaurant. It’s kind of crazy.”
“In a good way, I hope.”
“In a very good way.” Edward opened his container. “This all looks great.”
“Just a bit of lasagna. And some vegetables. And key lime pi
