Chapter 31

He leaned over and picked up the bag of chips he’d brought with them and ripped open the bag. He held it out to Preston. “Want some?”

“No.”

Scotty eyed Preston. His lips were pursed as though in irritation. He knew that look too well. “What?”

“Nothing.”

“Bullshit. What’s wrong with you?” He almost said, “What’s wrong with me?” because he knew it had to have something to do with himself.

Preston’s jaw tightened. “Do you have to have the music up so loud?”

He rolled his eyes and pressed the Off button. He turned to look out the window.

“I didn’t mean you had to turn it off.”

Scotty ignored him for a mile or so. “Should we have brought a present?”

“Probably. We can give them cash or something.”

Scott nodded. He bit his lip as something else occurred to him. He hoped he was wrong. “Did you…did you get us separate rooms?”