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before I’ve gotta be at the dentist.”
    Frankie made a face. “Yuck. The dentist?”
    Addison nodded. “But I’ll pick you up at your place around eight.”
    “So you wanna pour that cooked pasta into the big baking dishes? Try to make it even.”
    “I think I can handle that.”
    Addison picked up the container of boiled macaroni and started doling it out between the baking dishes. Frankie went behind him and added the beaten eggs and the cheese. He still needed to mix the pesto, but that was just a matter of dumping it into his big industrial food processor. It was only a matter of minutes before the macaroni was baking happily in the huge old oven.
    “I want to try a cookie.” Addison reached out and snagged a piece of shortbread from the rack.
    “The sauce isn’t ready yet,” Frankie lied. It would be a disaster for Addison to have the giggles while some poor dentist was trying to clean his teeth.
    “That’s too bad. It looks fantastic.”
    “Yeah?”
    Addison nodded. “I like your food. It’s delicious but not too foofy, you know?”
    “I try to avoid foofy.” Frankie chuckled. “I’ll save you some sauce for later tonight.”
    Addison smiled, sly and sexy.
    “What?”
    “Nothing. You just said sauce and— Oh, never mind. I’m a pervert.”
    Frankie laughed outright at that. “I like it.”
    * * * *
    “Addie, we’re going to the theater with Bessie and Charles this weekend. Please make sure your tuxedo has been to the cleaners and is pressed.”
    Addison sighed. He hadn’t wanted to answer the phone when Julia called. Only the fact that he still needed to end it with her made him answer at all. I should have called her earlier . She'd been too busy to call him, and he’d been actively avoiding her because he was a chicken. No more chicken for him.
    “Julia, there’s actually something I need to talk to you about.”
    Her impatient sigh echoed through the phone. “What is it? I have a pedi appointment in fifteen minutes.”
    Addison rolled his eyes. Because she couldn’t talk to him while some woman painted her toenails…
    “I don’t think this is working for me anymore, Julia. We want different things.” Well, actually they wanted the same thing. A boyfriend—but she didn't mind if hers was only for appearance. He wanted the real thing.
    “Make it work, Addie. We’re not breaking up because you’re having some midlife crisis.”
    “I’m thirty-three! And I just broke up with you. It wasn’t a question.”
    “No, you didn’t. You said you didn’t ‘think’ this was working for you anymore. I told you it was. Are we done here?”
    “Julia, I’m gay. You have to know that.”
    He could almost hear her shrug. “That’s fine. Now I have to go. I need to go to my appointment, and you know I don’t like to talk on the phone while I drive.”
    The call went dead.
    “But, Jules, I’m falling in love with him,” he whispered into the room.
    * * * *
    Addison bustled around his town house, turning on lamps and lighting candles. He was nervous to have Frankie over. Maybe because so much more was implied with this visit than on the last one—that had been all about sleeping and talking. Addison doubted there would be too much of either going on later. At least not the sleeping part.
    Their kisses—hell, their dates—had gotten steamier and steamier. The one a few days before had ended with a kiss that had lasted the better part of an hour. He’d had to drag himself away from Frankie before he molested him on the front porch of his restaurant. Also a new feeling. He’d never been so attracted to another person in his life.
    Addison tried to put his pseudo breakup out of his head and concentrate on something good—or rather someone good. Frankie. Addison was headed to pick him up in just twenty minutes. He didn’t want Frankie to leave. He wanted to have Frankie in his bed all night and wake up with him in the morning. He didn’t have to work the next day; he could spend