Chapter 147 Anxious Iii
- Sage’s [POV]
- I shrugged. “At least one of my seatmates will be pleasant.”
- Lumberjack rose so I could enter the row and I sat down, careful not to touch Oliver in any way. It wasn’t easy. He was a big man himself, though much more densely packed. There was no chance he’d invade my personal space. I imagined that was probably one of Oliver Hamilton’s life credos.