Mia POV

Mia slept like shit. It was to be expected, not to mention that the person warming the bed next to her was Amelia and not the hard body she’d gotten used to over the last few weeks.

The sun was barely above the horizon and Mia was staring at the ceiling, her thoughts already running away from her and spiralling. Everything that happened the night before and all the years Smith had played her protector and even the loss of her parents—who she didn’t remember and who she didn’t think about very often at all. Would Smith have been different if they hadn’t died? Or was this caveman...