Riding in the back of a limousine was a new experience for Mia. The closest she’d ever been to an experience like this was the Lincoln Town Car she’d ridden in from the funeral home to the cemetery after her mother had died.

This was different, though. She was glad there was plenty of room so she could scoot away from Mr. Whitaker. He didn’t seem to notice that she got closer to the window as he got into the car. He was distracted, his phone in his hand. He slid into the car next to her, his spicy cologne filling the space, and she realized the reason she’d gave...