“You must be exhausted,” Terence held open the door and Miranda steadied herself on the door jamb as she crossed the threshold.
“I slept…” then she remembered that she’d managed just one hour last night, in a different time zone. Terence would not be pleased to know that she’d fallen asleep at her desk. He always talked about the importance of sufficient sleep during a crash investigation—which seemed to be the only time she couldn’t manage any. “…some.”
“This is far better than a hotel. Thank you, Mr. Graham,” Jeremy looked around as if he was entering a palace, not Terence’s home.
“Haven’t you ever been here before?” Miranda typically stayed in the guest bedroom whenever she was in DC.
Terence chuckled as he ushered the others in. “I never bring students here, or other investigators.
