Chapter 3Holly watched as Ryder’s Lexus disappeared around the corner. He didn’t like the idea of his boyfriend meeting that t**t waffle alone, but Ryder was a big boy, and it was his call.
He sighed and went back into the cottage he shared with his father. It was time he had a place of his own, a place where he could live with Ryder. Especially now, when Ryder was finally willing to tell their parents they were a couple.
If they were going to make dinner for the ‘rents, he’d better make a list of what they’d need. Both he and Ryder were decent cooks. A rib roast, perhaps, with grilled asparagus, twice baked potatoes, and a salad. As for dessert, he’d talk it over with Ryder, but a local Italian bakery made an amazing cannoli cake.
His stomach rumbled. “Okay, okay. Give me a minute.” It
