Jeff would have liked to have Mike over for the weekend, but he knew the other man wanted to finish some work on the Mustang. It was coming along really well, and with a new paint job would look like a brand new car. Mechanically, it was almost there already. Still, he wanted them to be together a lot more than they were. He also knew Mike needed his space and some time to adjust to this new relationship, but it was hard to be patient.
Finally he picked up the phone. Maybe he’d at least ask Mike over for supper. He knew that on his own Mike didn’t eat right, grabbing a can of beans and weenies or spaghetti with sauce from a jar or something equally disgusting instead of a good home-cooked meal. Jeff enjoyed cooking and didn’t find it a chore to cook almost every night, even if he ate the
