Chapter Fourteen
When Mia returned to her office, she did something she didn’t do very often—she closed the door. It was silly, really, since after the end of their conversation, James had gone straight out to get the keys cut, and Betty had returned to her task of cleaning the back parlour. They were nowhere near her office. But after such a fraught, emotionally draining experience, she needed that extra barrier between her and the outside world. Just until she regained her equilibrium.
Letting out a huge sigh, she headed to her desk and plopped into the chair, then switched the fan back on. She was about to lean her head on the wooden surface and let the enormity of what had happened wash over her when her mobile phone bleeped, startling her.
“s**t!” She clutched her chest with one ha
