Forty-five minutes later Corey and Scott had settled in their room, waiting for Kerry to join them.
“Calm down,” Scott said as he watched Corey pace back and forth. “Everything’s going to be just fine.”
“Says you. You don’t know my folks.”
“I know they raised a good man, which says they have to be good people themselves.”
“They are. The problem is—” He shook his head. “—they think they’re liberal, for Catholics, but when it comes to this, I’m just afraid their liberalism will go straight out the window.”
“Corey,” Scott said, stopping his pacing by embracing him tightly. “Don’t sell them short, and don’t go asking for trouble when there might not be any. All right?”
Corey nodded, resting his head on Scott’s shoulder. Seconds later he tensed when there was a knock on the door. It was Kerry, with Jena at his side.
She hugged Corey, then looked past him at Scott. “Wow, you done good,” she stage-whispered to Corey.
“I take it I pass inspection,” Scott said with a laugh.
“Oh yeah. If I didn’t love Kerry, and if you were straight….” She winked at him.
“Girl, behave,” Kerry grumbled, chuckling.
“Why?” She grinned up at him.
He shrugged, kissed her forehead, then said to Corey, “The folks are waiting for us. We’re meeting Phil and Cathy for lunch in the hotel’s restaurant. And stop frowning.” He gripped Corey’s shoulder. “You’re not facing a firing squad.”
“My words exactly,” Scott said.
“No, you said ‘don’t ask for trouble’,” Corey reminded him, earning a hug in response. “Okay, I’m ready—I guess.”
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