Moore than a Feeling (Moore Than a Feeling #1; Needing Moore #4) by Julie A. Richman

Author:Julie A. Richman [Richman, Julie A.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Goodreads: 27866169
Publisher: Julie A. Richman
Published: 2018-07-26T23:00:00+00:00

He was inventorying a wine shipment, several days later, when Mia entered the empty bar and made herself comfortable on a stool. With his head still down in a box, he called out, “I’ll be with you in one sec.”

“Take your time.”

The moment the words were out of her mouth, his head popped up, as he had recognized the voice. “Mia?”

She smiled at him and raised her brows.

“Afternoon drinking?” He had never known Mia to drink in the afternoon. Ever. She was either always working or with the kids, and usually doing a fine job of juggling both.

“I think I will. Will you join me?”

Her smile was infectious, and she made Aiden feel like he was in tenth grade, and she was trying to get him to cut school with her. That was part of Mia’s charm.

“I have a long night in front of me, but yeah, I’ll join you for one.” Fear was the first emotion to crowd the corners of his mind, knowing he was going to be no match for Mia, and worrying that he would spill more than he had yet shared with anyone.

Pointing to the far corner on the top shelf of the bar, Mia gave Aiden a conspiratorial grin. “Didn’t my husband buy that bottle?”

Aiden nodded, “Yes, I think he did.”

“Well good, let’s drink his booze.”

“If you insist.” Aiden pulled down the bell-shaped Hennessy bottle and slid out the cognac snifters with fluid ease, setting them on the bar and pouring reservedly, until Mia motioned to make the pours heftier.

Picking up her glass and holding it up between her and Aiden, she toasted, “To having you home.”

He nodded to that as they clinked glasses and both took sips.

“That is nice.” Aiden looked at the glass in his hand.

“Thanks, Schooner.” Mia laughed.

Aiden regarded Mia for a moment before speaking. “I’m not sure if I’m hoping for a crowd to walk into this bar any second or for no one to walk in for the next hour. A crowd could save me…”

“…And if it’s only me and you, you might just save yourself.” Mia cut him off.

“Highly doubtful, Mia. That’s not even a remote possibility.” He twirled the stem of the glass between his thumb and forefinger watching the viscous amber liquid slowly recede down the curved sides of the glass, forming legs in its wake.

“That dark?”

“You can’t even imagine.” He looked her dead in the eye.

Mia waited a beat and picked up the bottle of Hennessy, refilling their only half-emptied glasses.

“Unfortunately, I can. No, I’ll never know what your personal dark space looks like, but I know what dark space looks like and I know what a solitary prison PTSD is. Obviously, our sources are vastly different, yours from a battle situation and mine from sexual assault.”

“Oh, Mia, I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”

“I didn’t even know what PTSD was and I certainly didn’t know I was suffering from it. But I was. And I have to tell you, that if it wasn’t for Seth, Kami, and my friend, Rob, I would be dead.

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