Chapter 59

Rainer’s POV

I woke up with a stiff neck and realized I was still on the couch. My cavernous living room was cold and still, the sunrise starting on the other side of the mansion. 

I had sat down late last night to watch the moon set beyond the Golden Gate Bridge and never bothered to head upstairs to the master suite. Now, I heaved myself off the couch and stretched. 

"Ridiculous," I said in the echoing room. My old couch, the decorator-chosen one that had fit my old condo so perfectly, looked like an abandoned piece of junk. 

My furniture pieces were shabby squatters in my vast, shining mansion. Not that I blamed Sheila, my ex-interior designer. 

She had taken my rejection to heart and decided her schedule was just a little too full to accommodate me. I had no choice but to move in with what I had and deal with it. 

I rubbed the sore muscles in my neck as I dragged myself upstairs to the master bathroom. 

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