Chapter 50

Miranda stepped out of the shower and reached for a towel. She'd shaved, rubbed, buffed, and moisturized every inch for tonight. She, who claimed to eschew romance, was positively giddy at the prospect of this dance. It was ridiculous. She hadn't been this excited in high school. God help her if Norah got wind of it - she'd never let Miranda hear the end of it. There might even be chanting along the lines of "Miranda and Ethan sittin' in a tree..."

From the bedroom, she could hear him on the phone. He needed to get his own shower if they were going to make the dance on time. Wrapping the towel around her body, she strode out of the bathroom to tell him so.

His eyes zeroed in on her and heated, though his tone didn't waver. "I want extra patrols out at Monarch House."

Miranda sobered, shooting Ethan a questioning glance. He just shook his head in a nothing-to-worry-about gesture.