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brought you on Thanksgiving, but I don’t think you’d have enjoyed it much. This will be better because Terry’s dad won’t be around.”
    Dan tilted his head to one side. “Why, is his dad antigay?”
    “Nah, he’s not a homophobe. In fact he and Terry are great guys; at least as long as they’re not both in the same room.”
    “Oh, one of those families. I’d love to meet your friends.” Dan’s eyes were shining with enthusiasm that Chris didn’t think was entirely due to anticipation of watching Chris Hemsworth toss around a huge hammer. Maybe he just wanted to meet more people. He was still pretty new to this area, and he didn’t seem to have bonded closely with the coworker who’d invited him for Thanksgiving dinner.
     
    “So how did you two meet? Do you work together?” Warren looked from Dan to Chris. The four of them were sharing a booth at a local restaurant after watching a movie satisfyingly full of violence and well-muscled superheroes.
    Dan shook his head. “We live in the same neighborhood.” His smile turned wicked. “We met when my package was delivered to his house.”
    Warren choked on his beer, and they waited while Terry pounded him on the back.
    “Should I ask what was in the package?” asked Terry cautiously when Warren’s face returned to its normal shade.
    “A menorah and some other things from my grandmother.”
    Terry looked curious. “Oh, you’re Jewish? All ready for Hanukkah, then?”
    “More than ready.” Dan’s smile was conspiratorial as he glanced at Chris. “It’s started already.”
    Warren turned red again. “Oh, shit. I should have sent my nephew something. His mom is Jewish, and I always send him a present for Hanukkah and another for Christmas.”
    “You’ve got five days,” Chris assured him. “Tonight’s the fourth night.”
    Warren looked at Chris. “When did you become an expert on Hanukkah?”
    Dan watched Warren carefully as he said, “He’s been helping me celebrate. He lit my candle the very first night.”
    “Dude, you are not catching me twice.” Warren held up his beer, then took a careful sip. “You open your mouth, and I stop drinking.”
    Dan flirted with his eyelashes and tried to look innocent. He picked up the menu. “What’s good to eat here?”
    “Pizza,” said Warren and Terry together.
    “This is where I ordered the pie the other night,” Chris added.
    Dan nodded. “That’s pretty definitive. What kind?”
    “Sausage,” Chris suggested.
    "No," said Warren “Not unless we get two pies, one with and one without. Dan probably can’t eat sausage.”
    “Why?” The penny dropped, and Chris turned to stare at Dan as his cheeks flushed. “I made you bacon this morning.”
    “And I ate it, just like I’ll eat sausage on my pizza.” Dan laughed before giving Chris a quick hug. “No worries. I told you I’m not observant. I eat shrimp, work on the Sabbath, and then there’s the whole sleeping-with-men thing. If I’m flipping the bird to that much of Leviticus, I might as well enjoy pork too.”
    “I should have asked before making it,” Chris said, hunching his shoulders, aware that he was blushing. He did that far too easily.
    Dan rolled his eyes. “If it bothered me, I would have said so. I’m all for sausage. What about peppers and mushrooms?”
    Once they’d placed their order, the conversation naturally drifted to the movie they’d just seen. Terry made a stab at intellectual analysis. “I think Natalie Portman’s overrated as an actress.”
    “Oh, was she in the movie?” Dan opened his eyes wide.
    Chris played along. “I didn’t notice.”
    Warren looked around the table. “Me either. Terr, none of the other gay guys here paid her any mind. Are you sure you’re not a closet straight?”
    “If you’re not sure after last night—” A little shoving followed, their affection for each other obvious.
    Dan saw it too, because he asked, “How long have you been married?”
    “Almost two