Nolan found Miranda at her workstation, her slender fingers dancing across the keyboard with practiced precision. She was so engrossed in her work that she barely acknowledged his presence as he positioned himself against the edge of her desk, admiring her concentrated expression. The elegant curve of her neck, the slight furrow of her brow—she was breathtaking even in the most mundane moments.
"Ready to head out?" His tone was measured but carried that unmistakable undercurrent of authority that colored all his interactions. His mind wandered to their last intimate encounter—the one where he'd taken her without protection. The mere recollection sent blood rushing south, and he found himself wanting to repeat the experience. The image of her carrying his child stirred something primal within him.
Miranda spared him the briefest glance before returning her attention to her monitor. "Just need to finish this up. Don't wait for me—I'll meet you at the bus stop."
