Smith POV

Smith nodded. “I get that. I know I was holding on too tight and while I can make excuses for my behavior, none of my reactions were warranted.”

“What is the one thing Mia wants from you?” Amelia asked. “No, not even wants, what is the one thing she needs from you?”

Smith lifted his eyes to Amelia’s. “She needs me to see her.”

Amelia nodded and walked out of the kitchen. “Come with me,” she said.

Smith followed her through the house and back to their bedroom. Amelia pulled open a dresser drawer and started pulling out lacy underwear. Smith frowned.

“Um, what—”

“All of these,” Amelia...