Chapter 8
“Hey, Mike.”
Mike’s heart thudded faster when he answered the door before taking in the sight of the gorgeous man standing in front of him. He did not miss the other man’s eyes checking him out, as well.
“Hey, Ian. We’ll be grilling some steaks this evening. I hope that’s okay with you.”
“It sure is. Where’s Tim?”
“Backyard. He’s probably started with the grilling. We’ve got a table and some chairs on the patio. Come on in.”
When the two men had made it to the backyard, they saw Tim had indeed begun to grill their steaks. Ian and Tim greeted each other awkwardly before shaking hands. The three men then talked about the weather and the neighborhood, trying their best to avoid uncomfortable silences while waiting for dinner to be ready. After what felt like hours of pointless
