Mia’s first impulse was to run before Nick saw her, but then she felt a spark of anger. Why should she be the one to duck the situation? She didn’t have some guy’s tongue in her mouth, did she?
She walked over to the bar and stood right next to their stools, between them, observing the kiss from less than a foot away. They pulled apart and their eyes opened.
Nick saw Mia standing there and he jumped.
“Hi, Nick,” she said cheerily. “What are you up to?”
The blonde blinked at Mia. “Ummm. Who’s she?”
Nick got to his feet, totally panicked now, as the force of what he’d just done hit him. “Mia… look. This isn’t – it’s not…”
“Are you going to tell me that it isn’t what it looks like, Nick? Because it looks like you’re kissing this woman.”
He stared at her, horrified, dumbstruck. Slowly,
