"I can hear how much they mean to you in your voice," he replied with a small shake of his head. Gabe was a very private man, and he respected that. It was part and parcel with their relationship. "Come on, you grew up in L.A. I'm sure you were leading a gang, fighting crime, and being a top-A student all at the same time. And I bet your twin was there kicking ass right along side you." Okay, he was grossly exaggerating, but he thought it was funny. "Why wouldn't I care to hear about them? They are important to you, just as my family is important to me."

Oh. My. God. Jack was listening raptly, mind racing because having a portable spit was an amazing idea. He even decided to sit up again this was so important to listen to, rubbing his chin with his thumb and forefinger. "That sounds amazing. Does he braise the pig? Spice it before, after or during the cooking process? Does he make his own sauce to go with it? I might need the recipe." Now he was just excited.

He laughed and gave Gabe's shoulder a playful shove. "Naw, Ronnie will just think you're more competition and chase you too. Farm fresh eggs come with a price."