To celebrate Valentine’s Day, Ruth’s Chris Steakhouse was low lit, with intimate candles flickering around tables for two. Matt wore a suit and tie; Vic settled for a black blazer and button-down shirt open at the throat. If the hostess questioned two men dining together on such a romantic evening, she didn’t say a word. She led them to a circular booth near the kitchen, and before Vic even sat down, his stomach rumbled hungrily from the delicious smells wafting through the restaurant. Opening the menu, Vic told Matt, “Good choice.”
“Thanks.” Matt held up the wine list and raised one eyebrow, suggestive. “You’re driving, right?”
Vic nodded. “Enjoy yourself.”
“Oh, I will,” Matt assured him. “I’m with the hottest guy here.”
Vic gave him a sly grin. Matt loved to drink whenever they went
