A short time later as the sun started to make its descent, Scott leaned against the passenger seat. “You sure you don’t want me to drive?”
“Honey, you’ve been drinking.” Preston couldn’t help but smile.
“You had champagne,” he pointed out.
“Four hours ago. You’ve continued to imbibe. Just sit there and behave yourself.”
Scotty laughed. “What if I don’t feel like behaving?” He reached over and turned on the radio. He searched for his favorite rock station and turned up the volume. He laughed harder when Preston grimaced.
“What am I going to do with you?”
“Well, I thought you were going to pound me into the mattress.” Scott waggled his eyebrows.
“s**t, how much did you have to drink?” He shook his head.
Scotty waved his hand. “Oh, hardly anything.”
Preston eyed him warily. “Just let
