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The Lunch: Found, #2
The Lunch: Found, #2
The Lunch: Found, #2
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The Lunch: Found, #2

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Simon and Baz have embarked on a relationship.  Though Simon is aware that he is in deep he’s not exactly complaining.

There is one thing he’s overlooked, however – telling his parents about Baz.

Not only is he no longer with the woman he is convinced his mother regarded as her future daughter-in-law, but he’s now …dating a guy!

When his mother demands he come over for Sunday lunch (something he’s been actively avoiding for weeks) he is understandably nervous.

Will this lunch place an unbearable strain on his primary relationships? Will he be forced to make a choice he has been dreading since he fell for Baz? And how will he handle a wholly unexpected encounter?

LanguageEnglish
Release dateOct 10, 2017
ISBN9781386912736
The Lunch: Found, #2

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    The Lunch - B.V. Holt

    Chapter 1

    Chapter 2

    Chapter 3

    Chapter 4

    Chapter 5

    Chapter 6

    Chapter 1

    YOU KNOW YOU DON’T have to, don’t you? I know you wanted to go up to Brad-

    Nah, it’s fine.  Wasn’t a firm plan, just told mum I’d make it up there soon.

    We can always make it another day.

    There was a short silence on the line, and he could just picture Baz’s brows furrowing for just a second.  Nah, I said – it’s fine.  I’m happy going – if you are...

    And that was just it – he wasn’t at all sure he was happy going.

    Lunch at his mum and dad’s – standard, no biggie.  Lunch at his mum and dad’s – with his boyfriend whom they had never met, never even spoken to on the phone - not quite so standard.  For one he and Baz had only been together a short while; for two he’d dumped Sharon to be with him; for three Baz was a bloke.  And oh yeah, still hadn’t had that talk where he told them he was gay yet, had he?

    His parents were great, far as he was aware not a homophobic bone between them, but wasn’t it the case that there was often one rule for everyone else’s kids and another for your kids?  Didn’t really see either of them being ecstatic about having their only son all of a sudden discover he was into blokes rather than women.

    Sure it had taken him 14 years to ‘discover’ this, but Simon wasn’t at all convinced it would have been any easier had he been aware of his preferences when he was 10! He was fairly sure he’d still have been interrogated, questioned over and over again as to the contents of his own mind, the thrust of the inquisition centring on his belief that he really even knew what they actually were.

    His mum hadn’t exactly said that to him, but he sensed the question was never more than a breath away, lurking under every word they’d exchanged since he broke up with Sharon.

    She’d been very fond of Sharon; had clearly been making plans for their wedding, for the first grandchild (from him), and he couldn’t help feeling that she harboured somewhat of a low level resentment toward Baz for depriving her of that.

    This was why he’d been dreading this day, despite the fact that it was he who’d been determined to introduce him this way – over Sunday lunch.  Sunday lunch was family time and he sort of wanted to make a statement from the outset that Baz was here to stay; that he was going to accompany him on family outings/occasions and to just get used to it!

    But now he was beset by doubts, afraid for Baz’s comfort; afraid that his mum would put her foot in it some way, somehow and end up making everything awkward. 

    And he was backpedalling so much, hating himself, but aware, too that he actually didn’t want this lunch to happen at all anymore.

    He’d taken the coward’s way out, phoning him while he knew he only had a few minutes to make the call, hoping that Baz would pick up the ball and decide that he didn’t really want to go – let him off the hook.

    And Baz would, he knew that, knew how sensitive to his moods he’d become – had always been – the question was, should he let him?

    I’m getting cold feet, babe.

    I know.  Baz’s voice felt like a caress; a warm hand rubbing the small of his back the way Baz liked to do when they were standing in the kitchen together – kissing, making tea, eating.  You wanna leave it?

    "Yeah, but I can’t. 

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