-MIA-
I headed for the front of the house, heart lodged in my throat.
Was Asher here for me?
I’d barely pushed through the swinging door to the dining area when I saw him.
Broad shoulders. Dark blue suit. Too handsome for his own good.
Boyd.
My chest swelled, two feelings colliding: relief and disappointment.
Relief because I wasn’t ready to face Asher yet. Our breakup was still a bleeding wound.
The last time I saw him, he was kissing Linda.
His girlfriend.
But disappointment lingered. A part of me was still drowning in love for him, still aching for his touch.
I wanted to see him. To hear his voice. To catch the scent of his cologne.
Boyd stood by the entrance, eyes on the specials chalked across the board. A prince visiting the stables.
"Mia!" His green eyes lit up when he
