Chapter 27 Teasing Preston

Preston was clearly ticked. The memory of getting roasted over the phone was fading, but phone jabs didn't hold a candle to this—being stared down at, face-to-face.

Blair looked bright and energetic, her hair pulled back in a messy bun. She was holding a soda—something she'd smuggled in—and was looking down at him with a playful, crinkly-eyed smile.

Watching Preston's expression shift from stunned