Mia Grant was the only one left in the living room.
Yates Donovan had gone out.
The food she'd ordered still hadn't arrived. Although she had already eaten dinner, she had also ordered ice cream.
Yates Donovan had offered to go get it for her.
He had probably also sensed that the atmosphere between them was a little off.
'It's good to give each other some space to process things.'
She had to admit, the two of them were really alike.
It was like they could read each other's minds.
Sitting on the rug, Mia Grant fell backward, leaning against the sofa and sighing heavily as she stared at the ceiling.
When Yates Donovan left, he had turned on all the lights in the room.
He was so thoughtful, afraid she'd be scared on her own. He'd taken every precaution.
Normally, he wouldn't have left under these circumstances.
It was clear he needed space for independent thought even more urgently than she did.
'He knows everything.'
