Amelia POV

“Sounds good,” Amelia replied. “I’ll call first instead of just turning up.” She winked. “And maybe you two could remember to lock the door?”

“It would serve you right if you walked in on us,” Mia said as she walked Amelia to the door. “I’ve walked in on you and Smith enough times.”

Amelia grimaced. “Yeah, I’ll call first.”

They said their goodbyes and then Mia closed and locked the door, turning to lean her back against it. Willison got up and crossed the room to her, resting his hands gently on her shoulders.

“Are you okay?”

Mia took a deep breath. “Yeah,” she said and then shook...