Jaxon
It was hard to concentrate on anything for too long. Thoughts of the previous night with Sara consumed me. I replayed the memory of her saying she loved me over and over in my mind. It still felt like a dream.
I tried to force myself to look at the quarterly documents. I could feel the smug smile still strong on my face. The numbers on the report were abysmal, all things considered. I knew most of it had to do with the drama around Sara, but I couldn’t bring myself to care. I knew things would go back up soon, especially with Sara as our new writer.
Her words replayed in my mind.
I barely registered the phone ringing. I picked it up without taking my eyes off the computer.
“Devereux,” I answered in a surprisingly cheerful tone. It was hard to believe that was my voice. My smug expression grew wider as I thought about Sara again and that I never had to give her up.
“Jaxon, it’s Walt.”