Mia
I sat on the bed, staring into space, my mind on James as I heard the shower going. The amazing s*x and the words I’d said to him were still playing in my head. Why, oh why had I said it? Then I remembered once again I had to tell James about returning to Mystic Spring, returning to my job.
“I’ll tell him when he’s out,” I said, nodding, my stomach lurching with dread. I wasn’t looking forward to it, but it had to be done. I couldn’t put it off anymore. My annual leave would end soon, and my bastard of a boss would be livid if I didn’t return to work the day I was due back. Besides, there was also the fact that I needed to distance myself from James. I’d decided to clear my head.
Being close to him, I had come to realize, confused me, both emotionally and mentally—for example, what
