Mia POV

She made it sound so easy, but it was anything but. Willison was having second thoughts about this. But it was only two months, right? He could do it for two months, and she would be so disappointed if he pulled out now. He sighed.

“Snow globes?” Willison asked.

Smith rolled his eyes. “Mia has a massive collection of snow globes she treats like the Crown Jewels or something.”

“You gave me most of them,” Mia retorted. “So it’s kind of your fault.”

Smith grinned. “Yeah, I suppose I did.”

“Okay,” Willison said, tossing his empty beer bottle into the recycling bin under the sink. “I’ll just unhook...