Nolan pulled into his three-car garage and hit the remote. The door rolled up smoothly as he guided his car into an empty space. Two other vehicles sat waiting in the shadows - part of his collection that Miranda never quite understood. Why did men need so many cars when she'd managed perfectly fine without one?
Though if she stayed here much longer, that would need to change. She had her license, but city living had never required it.
Nolan's estate sprawled across the outskirts, far from the urban chaos she knew.
She'd been here once before - a business party Nolan had thrown for his partners. Ryan had come with her that weekend, and it had been a disaster. He'd sulked the entire time, furious about how much attention she'd had to give Nolan. She'd been expected to play hostess, standing at Nolan's side as guests arrived. The memory still puzzled her.
