Willison POV

you got it?” Willison called to Smith.

“Yep,” came the strained reply.

Strained, not because there was a problem between the two friends but because they were currently trying to attach the stair stringer to the side of a building and it was heavy and awkward, to say the least.

It was a hell of a long way from where Willison had been a week ago. This time last weekend, he’d been helping Mia sort through all her lingerie stock and raw materials and now he was lugging steel stair stringers and hammering shit. A world away from the delicate work of lingerie manufacture.

And working with Smith...