Chapter 16

He found Preston sitting on an old wooden bench between shop buildings looking out to sea. The breeze blew his dark hair. Scotty’s heart skipped a beat. The man was beautiful.

He sat down and smiled at Preston. “Hi.”

Preston stared at him warily. “Hi. Feeling better?”

“Yeah. A couple of glasses of chardonnay did wonders.”

Preston’s mouth curved. “For a headache?”

“Something like that. You hungry? I know a great restaurant on the top of the hill there.” Scotty gestured with his shoulder behind him. “Great views, fabulous food. Been there for years. It’s my favorite place. Want to have dinner with me?”

Preston’s gaze met his and held it for several seconds. “Scotty—”

His heart thumping wildly, Scotty said, “Yeah?”

“Never mind.” Preston shook his head. “I’d love to have dinner with you.”

They stood up and headed back up the hill to the restaurant. Scotty couldn’t miss that they walked several feet apart.7