Free Living The Dream by Sean Michael

Chapter 1
     
    "Dude, you're working 'til when?"
    Chip grinned, shrugged. "I took a shift 'til five, then I'm hot-tubbing it, man, soaking my bones."
    Bennie snorted. "You and your bone."
    "Hell yeah." He just needed a little cash to play with, then he wouldn't snag another shift for a week or so. Tips were shitty until the snow started falling, anyway.
    "Chip, table nine. He's not going to serve himself." Andrea snapped him on the ass with a towel.
    "Oooh. Do it again!" He wiggled his ass, still laughing happily as he headed out to table nine. "Hey, man! How goes it?"
    The guy at table nine was good-looking, with short blond hair and a square jaw. The steel-blue eyes that looked up at him were stressed to the gills, though, the lines around them pronounced. Maybe it had something to do with the laptop. Who brought work to Lake Tahoe?
    "Can I help you?" Blue Eyes asked.
    "I think that's my line, beautiful. You want a cocktail? A lemonade?" A hand job?
    Blue Eyes blinked. "Oh. Right." One hand rubbed over the handsome face. "Sorry. Um...I should probably just order a coffee."
    "You sure? We make a killer whiskey sour."
    "That's tempting. Probably not the best idea on an empty stomach, though." Blue Eyes looked back at his computer, typing stuff.
    "Do you need a menu? The specials are potato soup and lobster mac and cheese. That's our thing, the mac and cheese." He should know. He owned the restaurant.
    "Oh yeah?" Blue Eyes pulled himself away from the laptop, glance moving up along Chip's body. "Sure, lobster mac and cheese sounds good. I'll have that whiskey sour, too."
    "Rock on, dude." Chip grinned and nodded, then headed in to enter the order. Gary was a whiz in the kitchen, and worked his ass off. Good man.
    It kind of felt like Blue Eyes was watching him leave. He swore he could feel those eyes on his ass. Chip let himself wiggle, rock back and forth. Play.
    When he brought the drink back, he didn't have to wait to get Blue Eyes' attention again. He had the full attention of that hot gaze.
    Oh, yummy.
    "One whiskey sour, just for you." He flirted--not enough to be nasty, but enough for the man to know he was interested.
    Blue Eyes took it from him, fingers sliding against his own. Oh, nummy goodness. He loved that zing that meant there was chemistry. Blue Eyes' nostrils flared.
    "Smells good, doesn't it?" Chip asked, lingering.
    " It does."
    "I'm Chip, by the way."
    "Went." The laptop was pushed to the side. He had Blue Eyes' full attention now.
    Smiling, Chip teased a little. "Went? As in I went away? How cool is that?"
    Went chuckled. "As in Wentworth is a second last name instead of a first name. Thanks, Mom and Dad." The laptop was closed and Went nodded to the seat across from him.
    Chip plopped down, grinning at the offer. "I gotta know this story. Tell."
    One of Went's eyebrows went up. "Story?"
    "About how you got two last names. I love stories." Especially when they were told by handsome studs who'd just offered him a seat at their table.
    Chuckling, Went nodded. Took a sip of his drink. "Okay."
    Oh, a laugh. Score. This was going to be fun.
    "Legend has it..." Went winked, laughed again and went on. "My father was currying favor with my grandmother, looking to be on her good side for an inheritance, so he gave me her maiden name."
    "Oooh. A baby with a legend. I love it. Did it work?"
    Went gave him a wry smile. "Oh, she left him everything--all her debt. Apparently she lived way larger than she could afford."
    "Ouch." Chip winced, but kept it light, playful. He was in this for the joy.
    Went shrugged. "They were as mean as each other."
    "Let me see your hand."
    Went blinked at him. "I beg your pardon?"
    "Let me see your hand, man."
    Frowning, Went held out his hand. "Why?"
    Chip turned Went's hand open, staring at the palm, tracing one line and then another. "See, your hand says great in bed, no meanness."
    "Does it now?" Went's voice was husky, those blue eyes on his fingers.
    "Totally. This line here?" He