Mia flopped down on Peyton’s couch…well, it was her couch now, she supposed. Peyton had moved out and moved in with Finn and they were happily shacked up together in a huge apartment in a converted wool store, the same wool store where the other guys from The Playbook had apartments. Mia had jumped at the chance to move out of the tiny room she’d rented from a little old lady who’d disapproved of nearly everything Mia did. It hadn’t mattered that the room was above the garage, or that Mia was twenty-four and an adult, Mrs. Reynolds felt it was her prerogative to snoop in Mia’s private quarters as...