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.

pork ribs, potato hash with bell peppers,

up in the kitchen. She removed her apron,

her a

momentarily before asking, “Want some

shook his head. “No, it’s bad for your health.” After a brief pause, he

an eyebrow. “What

her question. “If

Even if he didn’t agree or approve, he would still respect her

“I’m just messing with

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He chuckled.

been curious about

asked,

serving himself, Paul carefully placed one of her favorite

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

had any alcohol, he looked like a trapped beast–restrained, angry, and struggling,

drank, you seemed to snap back to normal–or almost normal. Your mood changed so fast that if I

to go for a run in the middle

happened that day?”