“Okay, okay. See you tonight.” She hung up and locked her computer screen. Just as she was about to turn to the woman, she heard Noah’s voice and looked up to see his head poke around the corner.
“Darcy? I’m Noah. I’m just finishing something up, and I’ll be with you in a few minutes.”
The woman seemed stunned for a second as she looked at Noah, blinking several times. “Um, sure. Yes, that’s fine. I know I’m a little early.”
Mia smiled to herself. The woman had no idea how much Noah appreciated that. Tardiness drove him crazy.
“I look forward to our meeting.” Noah’s expression was polite and businesslike, and he ducked back into his office.
Mia forwarded her phone to the office manager and gathered her purse. She went around the desk and stopped in front of Darcy. “I have to head out for an appointment, are you sure there’s nothing you need before I go?”
Darcy’s cheeks were flushed. “No, thank you.”
This wasn’t the first time a woman had become flustered around Noah. The firm did mostly commercial design, and the majority of their clients were men. But occasionally women came through, and they’d had several female interns. It was quite clear the effect Noah had on women, even if the man himself was oblivious.
Despite their long-standing friendship, Mia could still admit her best friend was hot.
Really hot.
At thirty-one, he looked his age, which she would argue was when men hit their prime. He was old enough to appear masculine and worldly, his jaw defined and always covered in a light layer of facial hair, but youthfulness still rounded his features in the best way. Like he hadn’t become hardened by what life had thrown at him.
He was healthy and fit, as much as one could tell in his dress shirt and slacks. Based on his frequent trips to the mountains for rock climbing expeditions, Mia knew it was even better underneath.
But the thing that caught people off guard was his hair. Noah was a redhead, his thick hair like a muted sunrise. Not the vivid orange associated with a brilliant sky that prompted #unfiltered hashtags on social media posts, but rather the soft glow brushing the horizon just before the sun appeared. In certain light some might call it strawberry blonde, but Mia never liked that term. Noah pulled off the redhead look beautifully.
She supposed it could have also been his eyes—an ice blue that drew people in like water in a parched desert. Those eyes were the reason Mia told him to wear blue more often.
He was hit on every time he wore blue, without fail.
As she started her car and drove to the infusion center, she wondered idly if Darcy Lane would uphold that convention. Even if she did, Mia knew what Noah would say.
Dating was a topic they rarely discussed. Having been close friends for more than two decades, there weren’t many subjects that were off-limits. She knew almost everything about him, and he, her. But whenever she asked about his love life, he shut down, or turned things back on her, which she couldn’t argue against.
She didn’t date much, either.
They were different, though. Noah had nothing to hold him back.
Mia? She had a damn good reason to stay single, and she intended to keep it that way.
“If it isn’t my favorite patient.” Natasha approached Mia’s recliner with a smile.
Mia rolled her eyes good-naturedly. “You only say that because I bring you food.”
The middle-aged nurse shrugged, unapologetic. “Wasn’t that your plan? To butter me up so I’d make sure you were always with me?”
“I heard you were the best at starting IVs.”
“I’ve never stuck you more than once, have I?”
“I keep bringing you food, don’t I?”
“I guess we’ve got the perfect arrangement, then,” Natasha said, her eyes searching around Mia’s chair. “So, what is it today? Pumpkin bread? Muffins?”
Mia reached into her purse and located the small paper-wrapped package. “Scottish shortbread.”
Natasha put the back of her hand against her forehead dramatically. “Mercy, I love shortbread.”
“You love anything with sugar.”