Willison POV

“Was that the pizza?” Willison called from the kitchen.

“Yeah,” Mia replied, pushing off the door and returning to the standard room with the pizzas.

Willison had set the table with napkins and plates, and even knives and forks. It was cute and completely unexpected. He’d even gotten her a drink, which sat in front of her usual spot at the table.

Mia put the pizzas in the middle of the table and sat down, grinning at Willison.

“I think Jeremy was worried I’d kidnapped you or something.”

“Yeah?” Willison asked with a crooked smile as he sat. “Why’s that?”

“He was trying to get a look at...