office. You rattled my damn teeth."
"I think it does you some good to be rattled occasionally, Pres." Scotty tossed aside his tea bag and added milk and sugar to the cup. He didn't want to be treated like a kid by Preston and his brother. He decided to change the subject before he got too mad. "How's your family?"
The waitress interrupted by placing their plates of food on the table in front of them, but not before Scotty noticed Preston stiffen.
Scotty forked a bite of egg. "Well?"
"I'm divorced now." Preston's tone was clipped.
"Sorry. Do you get to see the kids?" Scotty knew Preston had a son and daughter. He thought Preston's son was ten and the daughter six or seven.
Preston shrugged, averting his gaze. "When I can. They're living up north now. I saw them at the holidays."
"That really sucks."
"Yeah."
They fell silent, each eating their breakfasts. Scotty wanted to ask Preston if he had a girlfriend but didn't know how to ask without sounding rude. What really sucked, Scotty supposed, was being in love with your brother's straight best friend. Oh sure, he'd only thought of Pres maybe one hundred times a day in those six years. All those years away should have cured the infatuation. It hadn't. Not even a tiny bit.
"What about you? Did you bring a boyfriend home with you, Scott?" Preston asked, breaking the heavy silence.
"Nah. I had one about a year ago. We broke up because of jealousy issues." Scotty decided it was a good time to ask. "You meet anyone new?"
Preston shook his head. "No. I'm enjoying the single life for the moment."
"Hmm." Scotty glanced out the window at the street. In a perfect world with both of them single they'd be free to explore the possibility of a relationship. Only the world wasn't anywhere perfect. "Why don't you tell me about Mrs. Windham's grandson?"
Chapter 2
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Preston glanced at his watch.
9:30.
Not a peep came from Scott's office. Was he even in yet? He hadn't seen Scott since they'd gone to breakfast the morning before. Preston had been in the office for more than an hour, had seen Jack come in forty-five minutes ago, but he never saw or heard Scott.
Had Scott been out late last night? Picking up strangers in a bar or something? Preston grimaced. What a fucking judgmental prick he'd become. If Scott had been out with some new lover it was not Preston's business. It had absolutely nothing to do with him.
Still...his chest ached just a bit thinking about it. Stupid.
His hand rose of its own accord and rapped lightly on the door.
"Come in," Scott's deep voice came from the other side.
Startled, Preston didn't move for several heartbeats. Then he twisted the knob and opened the door.
Scott sat behind the mahogany desk dressed in a charcoal gray suit jacket molded to his body. Underneath the jacket he wore a crisp lighter gray pinstriped dress shirt and a pale pink silk tie. Tucked into the pocket of the jacket was a matching pale pink handkerchief. His dark sandy blond hair had been expertly combed without a strand out of place. The only sign that Scott was still in there was the stubble covering his face.
Preston stared, knowing his jaw was hanging open but unable to close it. "Holy crap."
Scott glanced up from the papers in front of him on his desk. He smiled slow and easy. Something pooled in Preston's stomach that masqueraded as desire.
"Good morning, Pres."
Preston couldn't make his mouth work just yet. Couldn't wrap his mind around the plain fact his cock was now straining against his briefs. He was hard , damn it.
"Pres?"
"Uh, morning," Preston finally managed to mutter. He had to get out of this office and fast. He did not want Scott to notice his erection and mistake it for...ah, fuck.
"Something wrong?" Scott asked, frowning.
"No. No. No." Christ, now he was babbling. "I didn't realize you were in the office yet. Nice job on the suit. Did your dad help you pick it out?"
Scott grinned and shrugged. "He helped a bit. But honestly I think what
"I think it does you some good to be rattled occasionally, Pres." Scotty tossed aside his tea bag and added milk and sugar to the cup. He didn't want to be treated like a kid by Preston and his brother. He decided to change the subject before he got too mad. "How's your family?"
The waitress interrupted by placing their plates of food on the table in front of them, but not before Scotty noticed Preston stiffen.
Scotty forked a bite of egg. "Well?"
"I'm divorced now." Preston's tone was clipped.
"Sorry. Do you get to see the kids?" Scotty knew Preston had a son and daughter. He thought Preston's son was ten and the daughter six or seven.
Preston shrugged, averting his gaze. "When I can. They're living up north now. I saw them at the holidays."
"That really sucks."
"Yeah."
They fell silent, each eating their breakfasts. Scotty wanted to ask Preston if he had a girlfriend but didn't know how to ask without sounding rude. What really sucked, Scotty supposed, was being in love with your brother's straight best friend. Oh sure, he'd only thought of Pres maybe one hundred times a day in those six years. All those years away should have cured the infatuation. It hadn't. Not even a tiny bit.
"What about you? Did you bring a boyfriend home with you, Scott?" Preston asked, breaking the heavy silence.
"Nah. I had one about a year ago. We broke up because of jealousy issues." Scotty decided it was a good time to ask. "You meet anyone new?"
Preston shook his head. "No. I'm enjoying the single life for the moment."
"Hmm." Scotty glanced out the window at the street. In a perfect world with both of them single they'd be free to explore the possibility of a relationship. Only the world wasn't anywhere perfect. "Why don't you tell me about Mrs. Windham's grandson?"
Chapter 2
----
Preston glanced at his watch.
9:30.
Not a peep came from Scott's office. Was he even in yet? He hadn't seen Scott since they'd gone to breakfast the morning before. Preston had been in the office for more than an hour, had seen Jack come in forty-five minutes ago, but he never saw or heard Scott.
Had Scott been out late last night? Picking up strangers in a bar or something? Preston grimaced. What a fucking judgmental prick he'd become. If Scott had been out with some new lover it was not Preston's business. It had absolutely nothing to do with him.
Still...his chest ached just a bit thinking about it. Stupid.
His hand rose of its own accord and rapped lightly on the door.
"Come in," Scott's deep voice came from the other side.
Startled, Preston didn't move for several heartbeats. Then he twisted the knob and opened the door.
Scott sat behind the mahogany desk dressed in a charcoal gray suit jacket molded to his body. Underneath the jacket he wore a crisp lighter gray pinstriped dress shirt and a pale pink silk tie. Tucked into the pocket of the jacket was a matching pale pink handkerchief. His dark sandy blond hair had been expertly combed without a strand out of place. The only sign that Scott was still in there was the stubble covering his face.
Preston stared, knowing his jaw was hanging open but unable to close it. "Holy crap."
Scott glanced up from the papers in front of him on his desk. He smiled slow and easy. Something pooled in Preston's stomach that masqueraded as desire.
"Good morning, Pres."
Preston couldn't make his mouth work just yet. Couldn't wrap his mind around the plain fact his cock was now straining against his briefs. He was hard , damn it.
"Pres?"
"Uh, morning," Preston finally managed to mutter. He had to get out of this office and fast. He did not want Scott to notice his erection and mistake it for...ah, fuck.
"Something wrong?" Scott asked, frowning.
"No. No. No." Christ, now he was babbling. "I didn't realize you were in the office yet. Nice job on the suit. Did your dad help you pick it out?"
Scott grinned and shrugged. "He helped a bit. But honestly I think what
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