Preston turned Scotty’s hand over until his palm faced out. He traced his fingers along the lines of Scotty’s palm. “I love you. I promise I will tell them eventually. Can’t you just come with me and we’ll deal with it?”
“Yeah, of course. I’m sorry. I guess the heat just made me grouchy.”
Preston nodded. “It’s okay. I’m sorry I didn’t put on the air. It’s hard for me, you know? You’ve been out in the open for years now, but this is still new to me. Just give me a chance, okay?”
He nodded, still unable to get the knot of unease out of his stomach.
* * * *
Preston pulled a suitcase out of his walk-in closet and flung it on the bed.
“Do we need to bring suits?” Scott asked, his hands full of shampoo and conditioner bottles. He’d just come out of the bathroom.
“Yeah, probably.” Preston went back into the closet and grabbed a garment bag. “We can fit both our suits in here.”
Scott set the shampoo and conditioner on the nightstand and went into the closet.