By all rights, Mia should’ve been heading to a job site. They had several in various stages around the county just now. But she’d bailed, sending Porter a text to say she wanted to work on the prospective designs for the bakery. Which she would. Later. During the wee hours when she inevitably couldn’t sleep because she was over-analyzing every second of her interaction with Brax today and remembering how it had felt to have his hands on her again in any capacity.
For now, she’d driven to her project house, needing some solo time to get her head on straight. If they got this job, she’d be seeing Brax on a regular basis. Hell, he could be moving here to Eden’s Ridge. It wasn’t a big town. She’d see him. And he wouldn’t be hers.
Could she handle that? Being faced with the aftermath of her m
