Chapter Sixteen
Mia gaped at Elias. Had he really just said what she thought he’d said? And did he mean by it what she thought he meant? She blinked, and stared hard at him. He stared right back, his expression serious, unwavering. He was okay with it? A little surprised, perhaps, but ultimately didn’t have a problem with it. Bloody hell, she’d known he and Alex were open minded, but this really took the biscuit.
She slid her gaze over to Alex, who’d stopped nodding, but looked fine. He hadn’t dropped his coffee, fallen off the sofa or had a heart attack, at least, so she suspected he was in agreement with his friend.
She put down her now empty cup, then closed her eyes and pinched the skin between them hard; harder. No, she wasn’t dreaming, and no, that wasn’t helping her to get her he
