Willison POV

Willison felt like the worst friend in the world, but he could not concentrate on a single thing that Smith said throughout dinner. All he could think about was the woman sitting across from him the way the light shone off her dark hair and the quickly heated gazes she kept shooting his way. The fact that she was Smith’s sister no longer had any bearing on his feelings toward her. He wanted Mia, and he was tired of denying himself. If earlier in the evening had been any indication, she wanted him too. Now they just had to make it happen.

Getting rid of Smith and Amelia...