Brettly wouldn’t admit that he was missing Thomas. Brettly was very stubborn man and could hold a grudge for a long time. Yeah Miranda may have been the one to initiate the kiss but Brettly still that Thomas took advantage of the situation. He refused budge on the matter. Only communicating with him through email and then it was strictly business.  Yet he still kept looking at his phone half expecting Thomas to call or text him. Apologizing for what happen. No Brettly wasn’t going to be the first to apologized.<br/><br/>The shrink was right about the reason that Brettly refused to have sex with Miranda.  Though those sexy see though teddies that she would wear to bed  wasn’t helping his resolve.  Many time he wanted just to rip the flimsy material off her body  and fuck her until neither of them could move.<br/><br/>The image of her in that hospital was still ever present in his mind stopping him doing that to Miranda. He had this fear that he would hurt her if he made love to her. There was also a fear that if he had sex with her it would bring back the memories of the attack. No one new just how long the bastard had but they did know that he rape repeatedly in every orifices that he could.<br/><br/>Brettly was proud at the progress that Miranda had made. But he still wanted to go with her on the night that she and Rissy had their girl’s night out. He meant when he said that he would stay out their way. He was worried that Miranda would get hurt again. That if he let her out his sight that he would lose her. They fought about this. In the end Miranda won. He kiss and hug her.<br/><br/>Watch her leave in that relic that she called a car. Damn thing didn’t have air bags. He actually sulks when she refuse let him put a tracking unit on it. Saying that he had to trust her.  Brettly text her half dozen times. Some of which she replied to. Yeah he knew he shouldn’t text her so much, but he couldn’t help himself.<br/><br/>“None of your damn business” Brettly snarl at the phone. He had been  pacing with scotch in hand when Thomas called. Brettly had hope that it be Miranda instead. Explaining the text and saying that she was on her way home. “ I don’t know what the Hell she means. By the text. Wait she sent you one too?” He pause and look at the clock it was well pass two am in the morning. What hell was she thinking? Where the hell was she and where the Hell was she?, Brettly wondered.