Noah’s smile softened.“You tell me.”Miranda looked at him like he had just signed up for a storm without checking the weather.“No, Noah. I’m serious.”“So am I.”She inhaled slowly, her fingers tightening around the edge of his jacket.“You’re looking at this like it’s simple. You’re looking at me like I’m just some woman you like, and all you have to do is prove it.”“Is there something else I need to do?” Noah asked innocently. Miranda’s voice grew quieter."I'm saying I’m not simple.”“That’s fair.” “I’m serious, Noah." She shook her head. “Look at me; I’m divorced and pregnant.”“I noticed.”She glared at him.He gave a small, guilty smile.“Sorry. Continue.”Miranda looked away, frustrated that he could still make her want to laugh when she was trying very hard to be serious.“You’ll be raising another man’s child if this becomes serious.”“I know that.”“You think you know, but you don’t. It’s easy to say it now because everything feels emotional. But later, when people s
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