Miranda was considering whether she could just attach the coffee maker to an IV drip by the time Ethan showed up mid-afternoon. Her patient load had been insane, and she was having serious regrets about not making it into bed sooner. Especially as she’d lain awake regretting the practicality that had kept her from having the buzz of good s*x to make up for the loss of sleep. But the sight of him swinging through the door of the clinic with that long, rangy gait had her spirits and energies lifting. Then she saw the green and white striped bakery box.
“Afternoon, Doc.”
She could hardly tear her eyes off the box in his hand. “Are those cupcakes from Sweet Magnolias?”
“They might be.”
“Don’t play with me, Chief. I’m a desperate woman when it comes to cupcakes.”
“Somebody told me you had
