Christ, he hated wearing suits and ties, but he and Corey were going out. Not that that in itself was cause to wear a suit and tie. He grinned at his reflection. They were attending a fundraising event that evening, one they’d both been involved in and had contributed to. And now Dylan was going too, since he was there. The event had been organized to raise money for a new homeless shelter. It had been Corey’s idea to get involved and she’d gotten Matt on board. It was to be an evening of tastings, featuring beers from Matt’s microbrewery, wines from a local winery, artisanal cheeses from a local cheese shop and Corey’s chocolates. Other businesses had donated prizes for a silent auction. The mayor and a lot of the town’s bigwigs would be there, schmoozing and spending money. It was for a good cause, and Matt was happy to participate, though he knew he might not have if it hadn’t been for Corey. The first time she’d stopped to give money to a guy on the street, way back when they were both in college and didn’t have a lot of money to give away to anyone, he’d given her hell for throwing away cash, giving it to some bum who was likely going to use it to buy booze or cigarettes, and who should just get a job.
