CHAPTER 10
MIAThe two guys were back at the bar, pushing their glasses across the counter and asking for another. It took everything in me not to roll my eyes as I grabbed the glasses and poured them another glass of whiskey.
“You sure we can’t get your numbers?” the blond asked, leaning over the bar. “We’re working down in the city on the towers.”
Serena scoffed, totally unimpressed. “And?”
“Thought we could hang out sometime—”
“Mia,” someone called from behind them, walking toward me.
I smiled and thanked the heavens that it was Michael, loosening his tie and taking a seat next to Serena. He nodded to the two guys as if he knew them.
Serena nudged Michael. “Your girl is getting hit on by some jackasses.”
“Your girl?” one of them asked, backing up and shaking his head. “Sorry, sir
