3 hours ago
“He settled on her couch with a sigh as if he’d been on his feet all day.
“That sound, such a small, simple thing, ran through her, setting her nerves afire. It was the sound a man made when he was glad to be home.”
The man came in with armload of clothes and looked for a place to put them.
“Hey, Stud Muffin—what’s your name?” Miranda asked as if it didn’t matter that they were gossiping about him.
“Trigvey. Trigvey Taylor.” He threw the clothes over a suitcase.
“I’m Miranda. This is Suzie. And that…”
Miranda arched a long-nailed finger, “is Diane.”
Diane cringed as everything from her toes to her ears went blush-hot.
“Nice to meet you…Diane?” He glanced at Diane, turned away and glanced at her again as if worried about what he saw in her expression. “Got to run.”