JAX'S POV
I watched Mila from across the practice rink the next day, her bright yellow heels clicking on the concrete as she talked to one of the equipment guys. She had that clipboard in her hand, ponytail swinging, looking all professional and sunshine at the same time. After what she told me about Spencer yesterday, I expected her to still be pissed. But there she was, smiling like nothing happened.
Later in the locker room, Miller was running his mouth. "Heard you helped that asshole Spencer with his contract s**t. Why bother? Dude's a prick."
Mila shrugged, stacking some papers. "His numbers were off. Fixed it quick. No big deal."
I stayed quiet but something in my chest warmed up. Most people would've told Spencer to screw off after all the crap he gave her. Not Mila. She saw th
