Twenty minutes later, Ben arrived to escort Miranda.
"This really isn't necessary. I could just call down to verify if Ryan's working today. Once I confirm he's not there, I can quickly grab my things and be out," Miranda said, feeling awkward standing in Nolan's living area wearing yesterday's clothes with no underwear beneath them. Nolan's head of security was professional, but she still felt exposed. There was no way she would put on dirty underwear again, and washing them only to wear them damp wasn't an option either.
Nolan adjusted his suit jacket with practiced precision. "You're not going there alone, Miranda. That's final."
Arrogant man. Yet Miranda felt a secret flutter of pleasure at his concern before responding, "Ryan has never physically harmed me. It was emotional damage, if anything. I'm perfectly capable of handling this."
