Preston pulled a suitcase out of his walk-in closet and flung it on the bed.
“Do we need to bring suits?” Scott asked, his hands full of shampoo and conditioner bottles. He’d just come out of the bathroom.
“Yeah, probably.” Preston went back into the closet and grabbed a garment bag. “We can fit both our suits in here.”
Scott set the shampoo and conditioner on the nightstand and went into the closet.
Preston didn’t like Scott’s quiet mood. The blond man was usually much more animated than he was tonight. He didn’t think it was because of the heat. Not any longer.
Damn, he hated this insecure feeling. He’d never loved anyone like he loved Scott, but he was in constant fear of wrecking things between them. Saying or doing the wrong thing. Maybe it was unfair, but he couldn’t help feelin
