MILA'S POV
Back in the Boston office, the real world hit me hard. No more warm Tampa nights or rooftop secrets. Just fluorescent lights, ringing phones, and the stack of contracts on my desk. I sat in my chair, still wearing my bright yellow heels for a little boost, typing up notes from the road trip. Jax’s jacket hung in my closet at home. I hadn’t washed it yet. Couldn’t bring myself to lose his smell.
Spencer leaned over my cubicle wall, that smug look on his face like always. Puffer vest zipped up tight, coffee in hand. “Well, well. Look who survived babysitting the Glacier. How’d that go? Did he freeze you out the whole time or what?”
I kept typing, not even looking up at first. “It was fine. Team played good. He showed up where he needed to.”
Spencer laughed, loud enough for a
