She'd gotten what she'd demanded, she was now Mrs. Miles Brightman and she was pissed. Miles had flown them to Las Vegas, tied the knot, and immediately flown them back to Colorado all in the same day. That was two weeks ago. He'd moved into his old room and only ventured out to play with the boys. She and Miles weren't exactly falling into each others arms like she'd hoped. The boys, rambunctious as ever, had strewn toys across the living room and were now playing train, with all the accompanying noises. If Miles thought he was going to avoid being a real father and just participate in the easy times, well, it wasn't going to happen. "Eli, stop pulling your brother's hair. You boys start picking up your toys; supper's almost ready." She stormed down the hall and pounded on Miles' door. He had his cell phone to his ear when he opened it and held up one hand when she started to speak. "Okay, cancel that meeting. I'll call my publisher and let them know I approve of the changes. I'll talk to you again in the morning." He clicked off.
