(Ridge)
The soup containers sat warm inside the bag while the ginger ale rested against my arm as I pushed through the front door. A couple brothers crossed through the section carrying folded chairs and boxes for the party two days from now.
I walked straight toward our room.
This time when I pushed the door open, Mira was still in bed where I left her.
Blankets pulled up slightly.
Phone resting beside her.
Looking entirely too innocent.
I stopped in the doorway for a second.
Mira glanced up from her phone.
“You took forever.”
There it was.
That tone.
Too casual.
I closed the door behind me slowly before walking farther inside.
“You look very awake for somebody who was supposed to be sleeping.”
“I rested.”
“That wasn’t the instruction.”
“That sounds controlling.”
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