Nolan's hungry eyes suggested he was ready for another round when his phone vibrated on the nightstand, breaking the intimate bubble they'd created.
He glanced at the screen, his expression immediately hardening. "It's Ben."
With that simple announcement, the warm glow of their morning vanished. Nolan snatched up the phone and rolled out of bed, muttering a curse under his breath. "Ben," he answered curtly.
Miranda drew the sheet around her naked body, suddenly feeling the chill of the room against her skin. She watched Nolan's back stiffen as he listened, his shoulders becoming a rigid line of tension.
"Are you certain?" Nolan's voice had taken on a razor-sharp edge. "Right. Send it through. Miranda and I will review it together."
He ended the call with a quick swipe, standing motionless for several seconds, his jaw clenched so tight she could practically hear his teeth grinding.
"What's wrong?" Miranda asked, leaning forward with growing apprehension.
