Willison POV

Usually, it was the other way around. How many times had Smith picked Willison up from the pub when he’d wiped himself out because of something his father said? It hadn’t been so bad in the last few years, but back before he had his business up and running, it had been a frequent occurrence. The only time Willison had to return the favour was when Smith and Amelia split up.

“Do you want me to come with you?” She asked as he stood and reached for his jeans.

“No,” he said, turning to kiss her and breathe her in for a long moment. “Go back to sleep....