Miranda watched him with shuttered eyes as Norah made her escape. Ethan missed the usual open humor, but he understood she was pissed. More than pissed, she was hurt. He could see she’d been crying, and the idea of that gutted him. But it also gave him hope that maybe not all was lost.
The door shut behind Norah and they were alone with all the temper and hurt feelings and take out. “Look, can we sit and talk? Really talk? I’d say we can do it right here, but I’m not gonna lie to you—I’m exhausted. I’ve been up for two days, and I really don’t want to face plant into what’s left of that pie.”
The corner of her mouth twitched, as if she’d started to smile, then stopped herself. Without a word, she scooped up the pie and headed down the hall to the break room.
Ethan grabbed his own food a
