Preston made sure to get a seat at the table next to Scott. Just the nearness of the man soothed him. Which was the reason he’d wanted Scott along in the first place. He wanted the man with him all day, every day, but if that weren’t possible, he still wanted Scott around as much as he could. The thought of coming up here for the wedding alone just didn’t compute. He was in deep, he knew.
Somehow, this weekend, he was going to have to find the nerve to tell his parents. He couldn’t risk losing Scott by remaining stubborn. He’d wait until after the wedding. That would only be fair to Marilyn and Oscar. Maybe they could meet for breakfast on Sunday morning. His stomach twisted just thinking about it.
His mother, who sat on the other side of Preston, leaned over to speak to Scott. “So, Scot
