Thomas spent most of the drive up to the cabin thinking. About how much Brettly missed Miranda. It had been the first time to see his friend come undone by Miranda leaving. This time was harder to watch. Just like the first time around Brettly spent hours upon hours looking for Miranda.Slowly but surely Thomas watched Brettly get consumed by worried, guilt and anger. Brettly wasn’t the only feeling guilty.<br/><br/>Thomas still felt a little guilty about kissing Miranda. He had hope that by staying away from Miranda the feelings he had for her would fade away. Knowing that the feelings she had for him were just the kind you have for a brother. Yeah there may have been a time it might have been more but she truly love Brettly. From what Brettly told him that things were getting better between them. That’s why he didn’t understand why she left this time around. Or why she hadn’t been in contact with him.<br/><br/>“Well you know how it is. When you lose your keys, you look everywhere except the very last place you think of looking. Except  you are a lot more important than a set keys, of course.” He smirked back at her. Crossing the living room to her.  He hadn’t been to the cabin in years. Mostly because he just hadn’t had time to come here with running Brettly’s company. The company took all of his time. Leaving every little personal time. And time that he did have he spent with Miranda and Brettly. He paid someone to keep it up He simply forgotten the cabin. Which meant that he never thought about Miranda coming her until this morning.<br/><br/>“You know you take all the fun out yelling at someone. I had  this whole spill I was going to vent out at you. Then you smirk at me and you sitting there all cute your towel and  all  my outrage it is gone.” Thomas sank down on the couch next to her. Folding his arms over his chest. He was wearing dark clothing as usual. Though today instead of dress shirt and slacks. Thomas was  in a black t-shirt, black jeans and black boots. Looking at her, thinking that she was beautiful and rather sexy in just sitting there with a towel wrapped around her. Shaking those thoughts from his mind. Focusing on what brought him there.<br/><br/>“ Well maybe not all of  it. Do you know how worried we have been about you? Bretty is worried Sick. I don’t think he has slept since you have left. You could at least called, text him to say that you were are okay. He has been thinking that you may be hurt badly. Like The Last Time.” He raise brow for emphasis. “Really Miranda, What the hell were you thinking?”