Miranda stood before the vanity mirror, her fingers gently adjusting a diamond earring as the distant sounds of preparation filtered up from downstairs. She studied her reflection with a mixture of steely determination and undeniable apprehension. Today was Ryan and Suzanne's engagement party—an event she'd been dreading for weeks but refused to avoid.
Behind her, Nolan moved with practiced ease, his fingers working the buttons of his crisp white shirt that hugged his muscular frame in ways that made Miranda's mind wander to decidedly inappropriate places.
She couldn't help but watch him through the mirror, her bottom lip caught between her teeth. Everything about him exuded power and confidence—from the way he squared his shoulders to how his jaw tightened when he concentrated. Since her accident with the falling concrete and Arthur's quick rescue, they hadn't been intimate. Her mild concussion had taken priority, and Nolan had been nothing but considerate.
