He followed Oliver into the kitchen while making a face. "God no coffee please...I swear Mia consumes too much of that crap...watching her drink so much actually makes me nauseous."

He motioned toward the fridge as he walked over to the cabinet that held the glasses. "Juice is fine."

He stopped right before his hand touched the handle realizing what he was doing. Ian winced slightly sighing internally as he stepped away from the cabinet awkwardly, pursing his lips.

He was suddenly wishing he hadn't spent so much time here with Mia.