Mia POV

Mia didn’t answer, and when he turned around, she wasn’t in her chair at the table either. No, she was right behind him. Close enough that he could feel the heat from her body, she looked up at him,as surprised as he was to find just how close they were standing.

The moment stretched out to infinity and Willison was afraid to move in case he spooked her.

She swallowed and turned away from him and he reached for her, his hand closing gently around her arm without his forethought or permission. She froze for a moment and Willison held his breath, willing his fingers to uncurl, but...