When fate plays its hand (Miranda)

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When Paul gave Miranda water, he was extra careful about the angle of the glass and worried that the wrong tilt might make her choke.

While looking at his serious and focused expression, she couldn’t help but wonder if he was taking something so simple and turning it into a major project.

After she finished drinking, Paul took the glass and turned away–only to catch her smiling at him out of the corner of his eye. That smile held a playful glint, like two tiny hooks that effortlessly snagged his heart. It made his heart race and left him breathless.

“Dr. Jefferson? What are you thinking about?” Miranda asked.

Paul snapped out of his daze and said, “Nothing.” He quickly left the kitchen to put the glass away.

When he returned, his sleeves were already rolled up. Walking casually to her side, he said, Let me help.”

She didn’t object. “Start by slicing the potatoes.”

“Okay.”

After working together so often, they had fallen into a rhythm.

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Paul’s cooking might not taste as good as Miranda’s, but he excelled at prep work–washing vegetables, chopping ingredients, and scrubbing dishes without missing a beat.

ready–beef and tomato stew, barbecue pork ribs, potato hash with bell peppers, and a creamy seafood

the table while Miranda quickly finished cleaning up in the kitchen. She removed her apron, walked out, and

a plate

momentarily before asking, “Want some

health.” After a brief pause, he added,

“What if I

her question. “If you really

was Paul in a nutshell. Even if he didn’t agree or approve, he would

just messing with you. I won’t

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He chuckled.

something I’ve been curious about for a while.

is it?” he asked, handing

carefully placed one of her favorite ribs on her

we ate here? It was the only time you ever wanted to drink. Why was

seemed completely off. When he asked if she had any alcohol, he looked like a trapped

so fast that if I hadn’t been

her to go for a run

happened that day?” Miranda