Cameron has it all. He’s rich, lives in Manhattan, and even has a cross-dressing butler. But then he meets Nate, an Australian who’s bitter about love. Cameron is determined to turn this realist into a dreamer by sharing his world of classy restaurants, Broadway shows, and fabulous parties. And while Nate’s friends see the makings of a fantasy romance, it’s Nate who has to learn that in order to open his heart, he has to face a painful secret.
Nate and the New Yorker
by Kevin Klehr
Author: Kevin Klehr
Series: Nate and Cameron
Release Date: May 1, 2017
Format: ePub, Mobi, PDF
Cover Artist: Natasha Snow
Word Count: 23300*
Sex Content: N/A
Nate and the New Yorker
Kevin Klehr © 2017
All Rights Reserved
Both Cameron and I had Hawaiian shirts to wear, while Rowena sported a tie-dyed sarong and an afro wig. And around us, interesting guests wore chic little skirts, James Dean–style jackets, hippie gear, and mod wear.
“You haven’t introduced me yet,” said a middle-aged woman to Cameron. Her rust-colored coat had a masculine cut. Yet she elegantly held a long-stemmed cigarette holder with something that smelled very much like a joint burning on the end.
“Sorry,” said my charming American. “This is my friend, Nathan. And this well-dressed lady is my aunt Beverley.”
“Nice to meet you,” I said.
She took my hand and kissed it. “I hope you don’t think me too forward; it’s just that you’ve got such fascinating features.”
“My aunt likes to flirt.”
“It runs in the family,” she replied. She gave me a measured wink. “Now, nephew, where have you been hiding this handsome Englishman?”
“It’s your accent. I never can tell the difference.”
“I need you!” yelled a girl in a flower necklace. She was the drummer of the band and was addressing our host.
“It’s time,” Cameron said.
“Time for what?” I asked.
He kissed me on the cheek and then headed for the microphone stand.
“You’re in for a treat,” whispered Aunt Beverley, her voice raspy from years of smoking.
“He sings?” I asked.
“He sings,” she replied.
A laid-back strum of the bass guitar started the song, followed by a drum beat. Then the vocal. And before I knew it, I was being serenaded in front of a room full of acquaintances. But, wow! What a unique experience.
“I’ve never seen him go out on a limb for someone like this before,” said his aunt.
I smiled politely, then closed my eyes. He was crooning. His honey voice made my soul rise out of my body and search for a dream. And in the hip nightclub that appeared in my mind, he wore a gray suit with a crimson tie, standing tall in front of the trumpet section who were waiting for their cue. And I was the only one in the club.
“Where are you?” asked Aunt Beverley in a low tone.
I wanted to say I was in love but stopped myself. I realized it was rude to have my eyes closed during Cam’s song. I opened them. He had me in his sights. I wanted to jump into the waves on his Hawaiian shirt and end up on a deserted island with just him and me.
“Would you like a toke of my cigarette, Nathan?”
“No, thank you. I think the fumes have already hit me.”