Mia POV

Mia rolled her eyes. It was convenient that Doug’s sciatica only acted up when he didn’t want to do something. Most of the time, Mia was only too happy to do a delivery. She didn’t own her car, so driving the work truck was a bit of a thrill, but today, it left her cold. No way did she want to face Willison again, not after the way he behaved earlier. If she never saw that disgusted look on his face again, it would be too soon.

“He specifically asked for you to deliver it,” she insisted.

Doug lowered the paper and squinted at her over the top...