Preston stared at the computer screen, not really seeing anything on it. He’d spent all of Sunday in bed. Grieving he supposed. He couldn’t make himself care about anything.
By the time he forced himself out of bed Monday morning, he hadn’t made it into the office until after ten o’clock. He put on a suit but hadn’t straightened his tie. He hadn’t even bothered to shower or shave. What difference did it make anyway?
When he got to the office he hadn’t missed the fact Scott’s office door was open and the room itself dark. Apparently he hadn’t even come in.
He couldn’t say why, but he missed the pulse-pounding rock music blaring through the office walls.
His heart was shredded. He couldn’t deny the way he felt about Scott. Not to himself anyway. Though it wasn’t supposed to happen that w
