They wound up in Lake's room like they often did, discussing what they wanted to get on the way there.
Davian made the call, and in a scant few minutes, their order was placed.
"We're not eating in my room," Lake deadpanned.
After eating in bed that morning, he would need to take a vacuum cleaner to the sheets.
"We can eat in min-" Davian was already offering.
"Not in yours either," Lake shut that down, "We'll eat in the dining room."
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Caspian couldn't believe he let Asher convince him to come over to his club, while he was wearing a sweater in thirty-something-degree weather.
But this was a good opportunity to have a conversation with his mate and they wouldn't get sidetracked.
"Thank you," He murmured to Keith who held open his door for him, stepping out into the angry sun with a scarf wrapped around the lower half of his face.
