“That’s nice, but…”
“Oh, s**t. You can trust us not to tell anyone. No one in our neighborhood will recognize you as you come and go. Our friends won’t know. Your colleagues won’t know. Why can’t you just relax and have a meal with us?”
By long habit Grant was about to refuse. Then he realized that he wanted to spend an evening where he could be who he was, where he could talk with two gay men without having to hide anything.
“Okay, Ben. It sounds good. Where do you guys live, and when do you want me? Can I bring anything?”
“Excellent!” Moss smiled broadly. “If you want to bring red wine, we’ll have something that goes with it.”
“Thanks. Sorry if I was churlish.”
“You weren’t.”
Moss stood and handed Grant a business card.
“I’ve put our home address and phone number on the back. Com
