Mia POV

you,” Mia said from her seat at the dining room table as Willison walked into the house.

It was a simple thing, and probably taken for granted by many people, but that small greeting and the way she smiled at him was the best part of his day, and that wasn’t even because of the shit day he’d had dealing with Alexander Nuendorf and his unreasonable expectations for his house. It was all her.

Willison crossed the room and leaned over to brush a kiss on her lips. “Hey you,” he replied.

“Mmm,” she hummed against his lips and then blinked up at him. “What’s wrong?”

He sighed...