“No, they’re getting married in Dublin. Why stay there when we can stay here?” Preston shrugged. “Much nicer.”
“Yeah, but you have to drive more.”
“I don’t mind driving a bit.”
Scott grabbed the handle of his suitcase and started wheeling it toward the entrance. “I assume your parents are staying in Dublin, though.”
“Sure. But they’re also staying at a motel.”
Scotty grinned. “Oh, the horrors.”
“I’ve stayed in motels on occasion.” Preston held the door of the hotel open for him. “We’re supposed to meet everyone for dinner in a couple of hours.”
“Are they having like a rehearsal dinner?”
“Nah, they’re getting married in just a short, small ceremony. Her fiancé has been married before too, so they saw no point in having a big church wedding. So they just want a nice dinner tonight. After the wedding tomorrow they’re having a reception at some local sports and hunting lodge they rented.”