"So I gather," Nate chuckled. "I'll let you know if I think of an excuse."
"A gay club? Can't say I've ever been to one although I've been to all the clubs worth knowing in the city," he said, almost wistfully. "What about the cheerleader? She can't be that military looking, can she?"
"I don't really cook anyway. I can do toast but that's about it," When you lived in NYC and had the world at your feet, cooking wasn't high on the list of 'things to do'. Adding room service and a world-class restaurant downstairs hadn't helped push it up the list at all. "Do you mind? I wouldn't want to put you out. Are you sure you have nothing better to do?"