The drive up the coast had been pleasant. They’d purposely not discussed anything too personal, though. The conversation kept to sports, politics, the business, his time in New York, and Preston’s kids.
Now Scotty pulled his sedan into the parking lot of a cute little seaside motel and parked not too far from the office. The early afternoon sun shined warm with a light breeze coming off the ocean. Overhead gulls flew by, trying to spy if any person had food for them.
“Hey, wait,” Preston said when Scotty went to open the car door.
“What?”
“We should get separate rooms.” Preston tried to smile, like what he was saying was no big deal, but it didn’t fool Scotty. It was forced.
“Why should we get separate rooms, Pres?”
Preston shifted in the passenger seat. “Well, you know.”
His finger
