On a Roll Beth Bolden (best book club books for discussion .TXT) 📖

able to step out of the very tiny box he’d created was enticing. It was seductive.

Ren would love it, because he was bored to death with what they were doing.

Frankly, Gabriel could admit that sometimes he was too.

And wasn’t that part of the reason he’d wanted to branch out on his own? So he could be his own man? Make his own choices?

“I think you should, but I think you should explore other stuff too,” Sean said. He pointed to the steaming plate of dumplings a waiter deposited on their table. “Like I’m pretty sure that traditionally they don’t fill gyoza with bulgogi.”

“They don’t,” Gabriel agreed.

“I’m not saying, change everything. I’m saying . . . just think about it, okay?” Sean said.

“Just because you’re excited to redo your whole menu doesn’t mean you need to redo mine,” Gabriel teased lightly as he opened his chopsticks, using them to grab a dumpling before Sean ate them all.

“You’ll be adding something new tomorrow,” Sean said slyly. “I’ll send over the wraps and the veg in the morning, by the way. And we’ve still got to finalize the spiced nuts.”

It was easy to switch gears; to focus on the new shared item they’d both be selling.

“How many meatballs do you think you’ll need?” Gabriel wondered.

“How many do you think I’ll need?” Sean teased.

“I’ll send Ren over with a couple hundred,” Gabe said. “That should last you for a few days, at least. And I can have him make the glaze too, if you want.”

“That’d be great,” Sean said gratefully. “I’ll probably be up late, working on the nuts. Trying to get them right, and then trying to make enough to last us a few days.”

“Don’t worry,” Gabriel said, reassuring him, “I’ll help. I said I would.”

“Right.” Sean shot him a grateful look. “I appreciate it a lot.”

“Hey, it’s partly my dish, too, right?” Gabriel said, reaching out and clasping Sean on the shoulder. “Don’t want to make you do it all.”

More food arrived then, the drunken noodles releasing a cloud of delicious steam, and the kimchee fried rice mounded in a delectable pile. The shrimp kung pao glistened in its sauce.

Sean stared at the food, entranced as it kept arriving.

“Think you ordered enough?” Mac said, appearing with a sly grin on his face. “Or should you get more to go?”

“Hey!” Gabriel’s outrage mingled with Sean’s laughter.

“The food looks incredible,” Sean said, reaching out with his chopsticks, spearing a shrimp and popping it in his mouth. “Tastes incredible.”

“Thanks,” Mac said warmly.

Gabriel had a feeling that he’d get a text from his old friend later, wanting to know what was going on between him and Sean. After all, he’d never brought a guy here before. But bringing Sean? Had felt like a total no-brainer.

“Do you want to go to any more stores?” Sean asked after they’d finished shoveling most of the food into their mouths. “Or are you good?”

“Actually, I’ve got a few more things on my list,” Gabriel said. He didn’t, not really, but he was unwilling to cut their afternoon short. Even if he’d already committed to helping Sean, that was work, and this was . . . well, it wasn’t work. “Technically,” he added, “it’s Ren’s list.”

Ren had been whining about some of their equipment lately, but then Ren liked to bitch about everything. Still, it wasn’t technically a lie.

“Alright,” Sean said, not looking disappointed in the least. “I’m down for more.”

“I just bet you are,” Gabriel teased, and Sean laughed.

And Gabriel thought to himself that if he could hear that sound every single day for the foreseeable future, he’d be a very lucky man.

———

A few hours and two stores later, they were almost back to Sean’s townhouse when his phone rang, and Gabriel saw Tony’s name flash across the screen.

“Hey, Tony,” Sean said, clicking answer on the car’s screen. “What’s up?”

“Just wanted to check in, because I’m putting in some signage orders,” Tony said, sounding distracted like he actually was at the sign shop. “I thought you might both want one for your new mashup.”

“Yeah, we do,” Gabriel said, without thinking.

“Oh, Gabe, you’re there too,” Tony said, sounding surprised. “I didn’t realize . . .”

“He was just helping me with something,” Sean interrupted.

Like he didn’t want to go into the details with Tony, Gabriel thought. And how could he blame Sean for that? He didn’t even want to go into the details with Tony. But it stung, anyway.

“Right,” Tony said, with an edge of a leer to his voice. “I just bet he was helping you.”

“Tony,” Gabriel cut in. “We want the signs.”

“Right, right, alright. I’ll have them make some up. Can you text me what you want it to say?”

“Sure,” Sean said. “We can do that.”

“A lot of we in this conversation,” Tony added.

“Thanks to you,” Sean retorted. “This was your whole idea, remember?”

It had been, originally, and God knew Gabriel hadn’t been a fan of it at first either, but it had been growing on him, doing this with Sean. To the point where he was actually really looking forward to shutting everyone’s interfering asses up with their great dish and getting to brag about the sales next time they all met at the Funky Cup.

“Oh yeah, I remember,” Tony said. “How could I forget?”

“Ugh,” Sean groaned after Tony hung up. “Sometimes I really don’t know why I like him so much.”

“You’re not alone,” Gabriel agreed with a grumble of his own. Why did it feel like Tony was always a stupid comment away from destroying all his hopes?

If you were honest with Sean, he wouldn’t be, Gabe’s conscience added unhelpfully.

“Well, I guess we better come up with something,” Sean said as he pulled into his driveway. “You got any bright ideas?”

“Yeah, I’ve got a few,” Gabriel said, and right after Sean shut the car off, leaned over the console and captured Sean’s mouth with his own.

They hadn’t kissed since the shower this morning. They’d barely touched, and Gabriel hadn’t realized how much he’d missed it.

But the way Sean