“Scott? Honey, wake up, we’re here.”
He swatted at the person shaking him. “Go away.”
A low chuckle made him open one eye. Preston, leaning into the passenger side of the car from outside, smiled.
“We’ve arrived at the hotel, Scott.”
He opened both eyes and straightened. “What? How long did I sleep?”
“A few hours.”
“Why didn’t you wake me?” Scott got out and rested his hand on the roof to ground himself. He glanced around the parking lot of the hotel. Leave it to Preston to pick a giant luxury hotel on the beach. Not that he was complaining. Much. But he could see why Preston’s parents wouldn’t be staying here.
“You seemed to need your sleep.” Preston went to the trunk of the car and opened it. He reached in and took out their suitcases.
“Is the wedding in San Francisco?” Scott kne
