“I’m not sure that could have gone much worse.” Mia dropped her head to Porter’s kitchen counter.
“The fact that you kept your s**t together through the rest of the workday was impressive and, I feel compelled to say, was wholly unnecessary. I’d have understood if you needed a day off.”
“And have the rest of the day to stew in my juices? No, thank you.” She looked up as Porter set a beer down in front of her. “I’m not sure this is sufficient for unexpectedly running into my estranged husband, who has evidently thought we were divorced for the past decade.”
“I’ve got you, girl.” Porter’s wife, Maggie, set a shot of tequila beside the beer. “We’re out of limes, but I figure it’s an emergency.”
“I love you.” Mia tossed back the shot, wincing as the alcohol burned down to her gut. “Thank G
