Willison POV

He reached for her and dragged her across the console so she was practically sitting in his lap, and then he kissed her. Mia didn’t care that they were parked in the driveway of his house and anyone walking past might see them. Yes, he had tinted windows, but they weren’t dark enough to completely block out what was going on.

“Let’s go inside,” he breathed roughly against her throat. “And discuss this properly.”

“And by discuss, you mean…?”

“Get out of the truck, Mia,” Willison growled and then nipped her bottom lip.

Mia scrambled out of the truck and ducked under the opening garage door. She heard...