Chapitre 11: Chapter 11

“Sounds great,” Scotty said.

Preston nodded. “Good. And…do me a favor, okay?”

“Sure.”

“Don’t mention anything about this to anyone, all right?”

It took a great deal of effort to manage, but Scotty didn’t let the disappointment show. Or at least he was pretty sure he didn’t. But it nearly choked him. He regretted agreeing to dinner and staying over. He didn’t like hiding who he was.

“Scott?” Preston frowned.

He opened his mouth to say the words, oh forget it, when he caught the naked vulnerability in Preston’s eyes. This was new for him. He was still completely unsure of himself. There was no need for Scotty to be a jerk about it.

Scotty smiled easily. “No problem. See you later.”

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Preston took the salad bowl out of the cabinet and set it on the counter next to the romaine. He glanced at the clock on the microwave for the fifth time. It was already fifteen minutes past seven and no sign of Scott.