“Okay, that’s cool,” Preston agreed. He turned in the seat and reached for his wallet in the back pocket of his jeans. “Let me give you some money.”
Scotty waved it away. “Forget it. I’ll get the room.”
“Why should you pay for it all?”
“Because it was my idea. I’ll be right back,” Scotty said, quickly getting out of the car before Preston could argue. He was already feeling less happy about the trip; he didn’t want an argument to spoil it further.
Scotty told himself he should just be pleased Preston had agreed to come at all. It wasn’t like the stuffed shirt to skip work and certainly not for something as frivolous as a weekend away. He very much suspected Preston’s standoffish ways and work ethic hadn’t helped his marriage
He smiled as the breeze hit his face. God, he loved this place.
Some day.
He opened the office door and was greeted instantly by a fresh-faced young woman of probably no more than twenty-two. She stared at him with a definite predatory glint in her eyes.