Later, when night fell on New York, Randy, Lyle, and Courtney had talked him into going to dinner with them. Malcolm hadn’t wanted to go. He’d discovered with shocking clarity since arriving in New York that he was a homebody. He did not like the party lifestyle at all.
It wasn’t that he had believed he was a partier back home. Malcolm had always known he’d rather be home with his man. Coming to New York had just made him realize he not only preferred a sedate lifestyle, but he abhorred the social party scene.
Something, unfortunately, that could not likewise be said about his three companions. More often than not they wheedled and cajoled until he agreed to go with them. Mostly to prove he wasn’t a stick in the mud, but also because when he did stay in it made him morosely aware of how
