As tired and run-down as she looked, she was stunning. Miranda had always been knock-out gorgeous, a ten in my book. Still was. It was impossible to be around her again and not notice. A thrill ran through my midsection, making every cell in my body buzz with awareness of her. This was not good. Miranda and I were done. Over. We’d closed the door, which made my imaginings all the more frustrating and inappropriate.
