Chapter 7
Scott sighed and stretched dramatically when they returned to the motel room. “Boy, am I bushed. Think I’ll go to bed.”
Preston frowned, watching him head into the bathroom and close the door. The younger man was holding back. At dinner he’d been ridiculously reserved. Not at all the usual Scott.
He’d hurt him. Preston knew that. Knew it as soon as Scott practically ran from the gift shop. He hadn’t meant to hurt Scott. The woman coming upon them holding hands had startled him. Hell, he hadn’t held hands with his ex-wife since they’d dated.
Preston blew out a breath and removed the disgusting motel bedspread and stuffed it in the corner of the closet.
The truth was he just wasn’t like Scott. He could never be. In fact, he’d decided after Scott had gone back to the motel earl
