CHAPTER 140

“How was your first week at your new job?” her father asked, not looking up from the paper.

“Great,” she said, with a wide grin. She couldn’t stop grinning, even though her cheeks ached with it.

“Not all that great,” Frankie said, coming into the kitchen and sitting down at the table. “Mia fell on her face in front of the boss.” He snickered and Mia narrowed her gaze at him, but she couldn’t really find any anger at his comment. She was too happy and satisfied to let Frankie’s niggling get under her skin.

“I learned so much this week,” she said, instead.

“You were lucky you weren’t fired,” Frankie added.

“Hush your mouth, Frankie,” Mia said. “It wasn’t that bad.”

“What wasn’t that bad?” Ant asked, coming into the room and sitting at the table.

“It was that bad,” Frankie said. “Mia’s first week at The Playbook. She fumbled the ball, although I got a good laugh out of it. Carathurs wasn’t real happy though.”

“Carathurs?” Frank said, lowering