Chapter 5
Scotty juggled a Styrofoam cup of coffee and a cheese pastry in one hand and a thick file in the other and stared at Preston’s closed office door the next morning. He considered knocking, or rather shoving his weight against the door since he didn’t have a free hand, but didn’t know if he should stay out.
Last night after s*x in Preston’s bed, Scotty had gone home to sleep. Preston had wanted him to stay, but he hadn’t had any clothes with him. Next time, if there were a next time, he’d be better prepared. Even as he walked out the door, Scotty knew Preston hadn’t been happy with his decision.
Still, Scotty thought maybe it was smart to leave. Having time to think about what occurred between them was probably a good thing for both of them. He was taking a chance Preston would
