"Miranda, Carson, are you home?" Just as Carson's gaze drifted to Miranda's half-removed pants, a voice suddenly called out from outside, followed by the sound of hurried footsteps in the yard.
The voice was like a lifeline to Miranda. Hope flickered in her eyes as she quickly responded, "Yes! Just a moment."
"Aren't you going to let me go? Didn't you hear someone's here?" Miranda growled at Carson.
Carson's expression darkened, frustration evident as he reluctantly moved away from her. He picked up his shirt, his eyes filled with irritation as he began to dress.
Feeling she had narrowly escaped, Miranda let out a heavy sigh of relief. She lay there for a few seconds before getting up and quickly tidying herself.
The people outside seemed impatient, and one of them called out again.
