CHAPTER 18
MICHAELMia had been nervous all night. For a moment, I saw her loosen up when she went to the bar and chatted with the bartender, who looked to be around her age. I didn’t know what she was so worried about though. She had done wonderful tonight.
After she disappeared into the restroom, I waited at a table for her to come back, so we could leave. I sipped on the last of my wine and nodded to Jim, who was talking to a group of the male architects about another project we’d be starting soon.
“So, Michael,” Jim said, turning the conversation toward me. He raised his brows. “Mia?”
I nodded and gave him a tight smile, hoping we hadn’t given too much away when we disappeared for a solid twenty minutes. “She’s amazing,” I said, glancing back at the restroom. Where is she?
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