" Simon turned to Jordan, who was lying down across the futon, his head propped against one of the woven throw pillows. " How much of that did you hear?" " Enough to gather that we're going to a party tonight," said Jordan. " I heard about the Ironworks event. I'm not in the Garroway pack, so I wasn't invited." " I guess you're coming as my date now." Simon shoved the phone back into his pocket. " I'm secure enough in my masculinity to accept that," said Jordan. " We'd better get you something nice to wear, though," he called as Simon headed back into his room. " I want you to look pretty. "