Chapter Twenty-One
THE MOVERS ARRIVED an hour early, waking Edwin out of a sound sleep. Dressed in his pajama pants, he made a pot of coffee while they stacked everything in his living room. As he leaned back on the counter, arms over his chest, waiting on the coffee to brew so he could truly wake up, he wondered how Andrea was feeling that morning and if Brian had actually left Savannah. She didn’t need him hovering around the edges of her emotions, trying to coax her back into his arms. If he was smart, he would leave her alone while everything was still quiet and under Neal’s radar.
The coffeepot dinged, and Edwin immediately filled his Grumpy mug. Standing there in his bare feet, he turned and headed into the living room to check on the movers’ progress. Most of his furniture was alr
