Chapter 13
Sawyer
I hit END on my cell, blew out a harsh, long breath, and flopped backward into the couch. There were boxes everywhere, most of them neatly packed, thanks to Preston’s attention to detail, and I used the nearest one as a footrest since we no longer had a coffee table. It meant I was stretched too far and my ass was nearly hanging off the couch, but I didn’t care. I couldn’t move.
Two seconds later, a glass of white wine appeared in my line of vision, and Preston sat next to me as soon as I took it from him. I would have to sit up again in order to drink, but I didn’t have the energy, so I rested it on my stomach.
“How’d it go?” Preston asked softly.
“Eh.” Thinking about it made my brain hurt. I just wanted to be held and forget about it all. Preston seemed to know, be
