Prologue: Chocolate Pots de CrèmeConnor Murphy put the finishing touches on the chocolate pots de crème, whipping together the heavy cream and powdered sugar while his boyfriend shaved the chocolate that was to garnish it. This made dessert number twelve.
Number eleven was keeping warm, and number ten was in the freezer.
It was the last day of summer, and over the past months they’d put together one chocolate dessert after another—because who didn’t love chocolate?
He glanced across the butcher block counter, unable to help gazing at the man who stood there, who gazed back at him with such love…
Who’d have thought?