Chapter 6
Sawyer
“We-ee have a date, ha! We-ee have a date, ho!” I danced around the living area, a conga line of one, wiggling my hips and kicking. Preston watched me from where he sat at the small kitchen table, so I put a little extra shimmy as I made another circuit and sang the words again. Preston laughed, which was my intent. He needed to release some of his nerves.
I finished with a flourish and was rewarded with a slow clap and an indulgent smile. After sauntering over to Preston, I nudged his knees until he slid back a few inches, then I situated myself between his legs so I could drape my arms around his neck.
“You worried?” I asked and leaned in close. Preston grabbed my hips and tugged me onto his lap. I settled in and sighed happily when he kissed my forehead.
“Sure. Som
