Smith POV

Smith followed Willison down the hall to the media room. They collapsed into the oversized recliners and Willison turned on the television. The pregame show filled the screen. The talking heads were discussing the upcoming match and whether Darius Carathurs would be fit to play.

“So,” Smith said and Willison held in a groan. “You and Mia…”

Willison turned to look at his friend. He had nothing to hide. He and Mia had done nothing to be ashamed about—filthy fantasies aside.

“You’re getting on okay?” Smith asked.

Willison slowly let out a breath. “Yeah,” he said. “It hasn’t been all beer and skittles, but we’re working out how...