Cam had let Preston pick the restaurant where they’d eat, since he had the culinary degree. “I went to school in New York,” Preston reminded him with a laugh. “Everything else pales in comparison.”
“I’m sure you can find something,” Cam said over the phone.
Preston wasn’t so sure. “I don’t even know what you like to eat.”
“Oh, I’m easy to please,” Cam assured him, which sounded like the promising way to start a first date.
All week long, Preston had wracked his brain trying to pick out the perfect restaurant. Immediately he discarded the River City where he worked; not only was it a dive, there was no way in hell he planned on bringing a male date anywhere near his homophobic boss. It was bad enough Roger complained at times that he and Tess were unmarried, but if he knew they were bot
