Willison POV

Willison slammed the door of his truck and sagged against it for a moment before grabbing his stuff and heading into the garage. It had been a long fucking week, and he was just fucking done.

The Nuendorf build was turning into a bigger bitch than he’d expected, even with the arsehole tax, and he would be so fucking glad to see the end of it. Yeah, it was worth a nice chunk of change, but he wasn’t sure the stress he was dealing with because of it was worth it.

And then there was the Mia situation.

Fucking Mia.

He hadn’t seen her in the flesh since...