CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
I woke the next morning, feeling like a million bucks after holding Mia tight all night long, and reached my arms up toward the headboard.
I stretched myself across the entire mattress and felt the warmth of fulfillment Mia had fostered. Where was she?
“Hey, what are you up to?” I shouted at her.
No answer.
Maybe she was trying to rustle up coffee in the kitchen.
I checked the shower down the hall just in case.
And ran out of places to inspect.
I returned quickly to the bedroom to shove on my jeans and a T-shirt so I could go after her. What the hell was she thinking? She hadn’t eaten breakfast. She didn’t have her car. We’d barely told each other “I love you” for f**k’s sake.
I reached inside the pockets of my jeans to push them in place and felt a folded-up
