Amelia POV

I haven’t told him yet,” Amelia said.

Mia tore her eyes away from where Smith and Willison stood at the bar, ordering their round of drinks.

“We will,” she said.

Amelia shook her head lightly. “I know you’re worried about how he will react but—”

“There are no buts,” Mia snapped and then sighed. “Look, you and I both know that Smith will not take this well and Willison and I just wanted a little time together without having to deal with Smith’s drama, okay? Is that so wrong?”

Amelia searched Mia’s face for a moment and then her shoulders dropped. “Smith loves you, Mia. I know he...