Bobby had the cutest Pennsylvania Dutch accent, almost European, but not quite. When he used words like “back,” it sounded like “bee-ack.” It always made Luis smile. “I'd like to pick up a few steaks or something we can throw on the grill for dinner tonight, and I'd also like to double check my turkey order. I just want to make sure it's going to be ready on time. I won't be picking it up. Jase's grandmother will be getting it, and I don't want any surprises.” Jase's big surprise was that Luis and Jase were going away to a cabin in Pennsylvania Dutch Country for a few days before Thanksgiving and they wouldn't be returning until late Wednesday afternoon. Isabelle would be picking up the turkey on Wednesday afternoon and said she'd be fine getting things ready for Thanksgiving Day on her own.

Luis and Jase needed to get away. They'd had been so busy their love life had come down to a Luis giving Jase a quick blow job in the shower, or Jase bending Luis over in front of the bathroom mirror for a quick boink on his way to work once a week. So Jase thought it would be nice to get away for a few days at a cabin in the woods that belonged to a new employee of Jase's, and Luis couldn't have agreed more. The timing couldn't have been more perfect. With Isabelle around to take care of Hunter and Camp and help with Thanksgiving, they didn't have a thing to worry about.

Adorable Bobby opened a notebook behind the counter and checked a list of turkey orders. From what Luis could see, it was a long list, too. “I have you down for a twenty-eight-pound bird. Pickup on Wednesday afternoon,” he said. Then he closed the book and gazed at Luis's lips for a second. “Looks like you're going to get a really big, fat bird this year.”

Luis knew Bobby was flirting with him. He always did this when Luis came around. There was something so fascinating about Bobby's Pennsylvania Dutch heritage Luis couldn't explain, so he usually flirted right back. “I'm going to need the biggest one I can get. The bigger, the better.” Bobby seemed so wholesome and clean. Luis wouldn't have cheated on Jase for anything, but he couldn't help himself from flirting once in a while.

“Then you'll get the biggest one I have. Now let's get you something for dinner tonight.” Bobby reached down into the meat counter and pulled out a long, thick Polish sausage. He lifted it and said, “I'll bet you'd like some of this. It's fresh and very tasty.” He wiggled his eyebrows and laughed.

Luis laughed and shook his head at the obnoxious sausage in Bobby's hands. He couldn't help laughing. “I was going to get a few steaks. But that does look very tempting. I haven't had one like that in a long time.” Oh, Luis knew he was being just as bad. But the smile on Bobby's face was too adorable to resist. Besides, if Jase had been there he would have been cheering Luis on and loving every minute of it. Though Luis didn't agree, Jase had the impression the whole Pennsylvania Dutch thing with the Lapp family was just a gimmick to get them customers. Jase said they were about as Amish as he was, driving around in their Cadillac Escalades they kept hidden behind the market. And ever since Jase and Luis had had sex with Rand and Rob on that camping trip to California, they'd joked around a lot about getting together with other guys. They hadn't yet. Rand and Rob had been the only guys they'd shared sex with so far. But they both agreed that if an opportunity came along and they both felt comfortable about it, they'd do it again with the right guy.

Bobby ran his fingers up and down the length of the sausage very slowly. He squeezed it a few times and smirked. “How much would you like today? Looks like I've at least got about twelve inches for you.”

Luis sent him a big smile. “I'll take all you've got in your hand.”

“Are you sure you can handle all this? That's about four pounds. It's a lot of meat.”

“Just wrap it up, Bobby,” Luis said. He laughed. “I can handle anything you have, trust me.”

Bobby smiled and said, “I'll bet you can. And let me know when you're ready to check out. I'll take care of you myself and help you load the bags into your car.” Then he wrapped the big sausage up in brown paper and set it on top of the counter with a thud and a great big smile.

About fifteen minutes later, Luis glanced at the meat counter and nodded at Bobby. Luis had been picking up a few more things for salad that night and Bobby must have been watching him the entire time. The minute Luis nodded, Bobby practically jumped over the meat counter and ran across the store. There was a lull at the checkout counter, so Bobby guided Luis to one of the closed counters at the very end and said he would ring him up there. After that, he bagged Luis's groceries, closed the checkout counter again, and escorted Luis out to his car.

Luis pointed the key at the car and opened the trunk. “It's nice of you to help me out this way, Bobby. I appreciate it.” Luis could have carried those bags out himself, but he liked the way Bobby seemed to so eager to help him.

Bobby smiled and walked up to the open trunk. “It's no problem at all, Mr. Fortune. It gives me a chance to get another look at this hot car. I love it.”

Luis had been driving the new Porsche Panamera Jase had given him early last summer. The car had looked silly in Alaska, but in Bucks County, where it wasn't unusual to see Rolls Royces or Bentleys, no one gave the Panamera a second glance. “Why don't you call me Luis instead of Mr. Fortune? You make me sound like an old man.” Although Bobby couldn't have been more than twenty, Luis wasn't even thirty yet. He was close, but not quite.

“Okay, Luis,” said Bobby. He set the groceries and the Cinderella pumpkins in the trunk and closed the lid with a gentle, cautious snap, as if slamming too hard might harm the car. Then he turned, set his palm on the small of Luis's back, and guided Luis to the driver's side of the car.

When Bobby opened the door, Luis tilted his head sideways and said, “Well. I have to admit that's service I don't get all the time.” The hand on Luis's back had left Luis's mouth wide open. Bobby had flirted and joked around before. But he'd never actually touched him with this kind of aggression.

Bobby's hand went a little lower and he rested it on the top of Luis's ass. “This isn't the kind of service I give all the time either. You're special. I look forward to seeing you every week on Saturday mornings.”

This was one of those times Luis wished he knew more about the Amish. He didn't think they were allowed to be gay. As far as he knew, the straight Amish weren't even allowed to have premarital sex. But Luis wasn't the one coming on to Bobby, and Luis's hand wasn't on Bobby's backside. So Luis reached up and squeezed Bobby's bicep. “Thank you. It's nice to have a big, strong guy like you helping out.”




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