#Chapter 141 - No Place Like Home
Rachel POV
Wright House
Adam had brought the sedan around within a span of time I couldn't even remember. All my thoughts had become scrambled due to exhaustion of both the mental and physical varieties. I just wanted to go home with my mate.
Tyler carried me to the car and then insisted on carrying me inside Wright House when we arrived home.
I'd thought I couldn't sit on the sofa there a moment longer, but it turned out I was never so grateful to see a piece of furniture. I might have even cried a little in joy at being back to my sequesterment.
"Oh, so now you like the couch?" Tyler teased.
Sniffling, I smacked his chest lightly, "Stop it! Don't tease me. I'm in a fragile state."