Willison POV

About that…” Willison said.

Mia turned to look at him. “About what?”

He shook his head. “Nothing.”

“It’s not nothing,” she said.

He sighed. “Let’s just check out the rest of the place and then we’ll grab some dinner on the way home and talk.”

“Is this a good talk or a bad talk?” Mia asked carefully.

Willison tugged her into his chest and kissed her. “A good talk,” he murmured. “Or at least I hope it will be a good talk.”

Mia nodded slowly. “Okay.”

Willison dropped another kiss on her lips before leading her back out of the room in search of the kitchen.

“I think...