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She was all he needed. All he would ever need.
The thought stunned him, and he pushed it from his mind. That was crazy.
He wasn’t a forever kind of guy. Hell, he knew how short forever could be...especially with what he did when his country called on him.
They’d called again just that morning, with the offer of another dangerous mission.
And for the first time he’d hesitated over accepting it. Because he’d wanted to see her more...
Because those missions weren’t the thrill they’d once been for him...
She was.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
MIRANDAWASLATE—which was crazy because she was never late. She drew in a deep breath to quell the anxiety gripping her before she pulled open the door to the suite of offices for Liaisons International.
Usually she was the first one to get to the office. But Tabitha had beaten her in today and was already on the phone. She released the breath she’d been holding—at least she wouldn’t have to answer any questions about why she was late. Yet...
But before she could open the door to her private office, Tabitha hung up the phone and remarked, “Look what the cat dragged in.”
Grimacing, Miranda turned back toward her sister. “I don’t have a cat,” she said.
“Maybe you should,” Tabitha said. “Because you’re probably never going to let anyone else live with you.”
Miranda sighed. “You know my place is too small for you to stay with me.”
“I know. I know,” Tabitha said.
And even if it wasn’t, Tabitha probably would have stayed with Regina anyway. They’d always been closer to each other than to her. Probably because Miranda had had to act more like their mother than their big sister.
Tabitha was acting like her mother now, though. “You look like hell,” she said. “Aren’t you feeling well?”
She felt sick. Just not physically...
She felt sick that she’d let Grant Snyder get to her so much that she hadn’t been able to sleep the past few nights because she hadn’t heard from him. She didn’t know why she even expected to hear from him. He never called or texted; he just showed up. But she would not be available the next time he showed.
If all it was between them was sex, she would have kept seeing him. But she was beginning to catch feelings for him—that was the illness she’d come down with...
Lying sleepless in the bed he’d once shared with her, wondering what he was doing, whom he was doing.
That was something her mother would have done—obsessing over a man. That was not Miranda. So finally resolved to push him out of her mind, she’d fallen asleep, and because she’d had so much missed sleep to catch up on, she’d slept in.
“I’m fine,” she insisted.
Or she would be...
Clearly skeptical, Tabitha stared at her.
“Any messages?” she asked.
“I emailed them to you,” Tabitha said. “There aren’t any good ones.”
Once she’d pulled them up on her laptop at her desk, Miranda had to concur. More women had called to cancel their memberships. And a Snyder had called...
Blair. Not Grant, though. There were no messages from him. But that was for the best.
She’d been getting too attached to him.
