Thomas listen Miranda. He could see her point. To some degree  he understood  her up and leaving expect one thing. Miranda not staying in contact with Brettly and him. Okay he could understand her not communicating with him. Because he had been keeping his distant from them both. Thomas had expected her to stay in contact with Brettly at least. Yeah she text them. Once and that was two weeks ago. He took the glass of brandy from her. Rose the glass to his lips and drank from it. Savor the taste and burn of the liquor as it traveled over his tongue and down his throat.<br/><br/><br/>“ I can understand that Miranda.” He said as she sat next him on the arm of the couch. It was difficult for him not to think about how naked she was  under that towel. How easy it  would be to reach up and trail his hand up under that towel. To caress and finger her.  Thomas got up shacking that thought from his head. Raising from the couch and went over the bar and pour and little more brandy into his glass. Leaning against it as he took a sip as he looked at her. Yeah it might be best to keep some distant from her. He couldn’t understand how much she pulled at him. Yeah he loved her always had. But the physical pull to her was so strong sometimes. This was one of those times.<br/><br/>“Well this certainty made us talk.” He said as took another sip of the brandy.<br/><br/>“ But we only got one text and that was two weeks ago. So yeah we worried. Can you blame us after what happen?”