Chapter 4Days became weeks that flew into months. Three to be exact, and Jake was happier than he’d been in a long time. He and Andreas didn’t live in each other’s pockets as such. After all, I have to travel to make personal visits to wineries and he works odd hours at the restaurant, but when we can, we spend time together, and Andreas has kinda moved in. A little. I find odds and ends of his stuff around. I like it. Reminds me of him when we can’t be together.
Glancing at his lover, Jake frowned. Something was bothering Andreas, but he hadn’t said anything yet. Stretched out on the daybed, Andreas plucked at a cushion.
“My dad’s hosting a barbeque next week. On some Sundays, we try not to have family running the restaurant and we don’t open until five in the afternoon anyway, so even
