A/N: This story idea came from celesse201, there were multiple ideas given which I will incorporate in this request while placing my spin on this.

Disclaimer: As always I am just fooling with these characters. I do not own or make any money from them. They are owned by Lauren Weisberger and 20th Century Fox.

Summary: A few years after Andy leaves New York she finds herself pulled back into Miranda's world. Can Andy keep herself and the Priestly's safe from the forces working against the family?

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Chapter Four:

Andy woke up with a start unable to recognise her surroundings. Jumping up from the bed she stalked to the window and looking outside she realised she was in the middle of Soho. Andy squinted as she remembered her return to New York and the reasons behind it. Looking around the room, she grinned at the subtle touches Nigel had made to the room. A bright red comforter encased the bed, her favourite colour, and a vase of Stargazer lilies sat on the bedside table.

Licking her lips she realised she was thirsty, she pulled a sweater over her head and moved out of the room that was to be her home for the weekend. Entering the living space, she saw Nigel sat in his armchair. He grinned at her as she walked towards him. "Good nap?" He asked her.

"Yeah, I need to take that bed home with me, it's so much better than my futon." She husked, her voice gravelly from sleep.

Seeing Nigel roll his eyes she grinned. "There's coffee, would you like a cup?" He asked her gently as he rose from his chair and led her to the sofa.

"I can get it." She stated.

"Don't be absurd, you're a guest, and it looks like you need someone to take care of you for a change. Are you always this disorientated upon waking up?" He smiled at her as he sauntered to the kitchen and poured her a cup of coffee. "Cream and sugar?" He asked over his shoulder.

"I think the jet-lag has finally hit, for a minute I couldn't remember where I was. And no to the cream or sugar, I drink my coffee black these days." Andy said as Nigel turned and walked towards her.

"Here you go Six." He handed her the cup before sitting down, as she took a large drink she sighed happily and folded her legs beneath her. "So there's an hour before we are due to leave for Miranda's. I want to know more about your work."

"There are things I can't discuss; I've multiple confidentiality and non-disclosure clauses in my contracts. But what would you like to know?"

"The job you completed in Australia for Hillary, is that standard procedure?" Nigel asked.

"To take someone down and cable tie them? No. That's an Alexis Sackville speciality." She grinned. "Australia has strict rules in place, anyone entering the country as someone who offers close protection services has to be approved, that's specifically true for those protecting random celebrities. Regarding carrying a firearm the State of Victoria usually only allows it if you're hunting or competing in a shooting event. As a high ranking dignitary, the Australian government granted Hillary certain allowances. Negotiations took place before our arrival. They provided permissions for me to bear weapons and act as her private security." Andy sighed.

"So you were carrying a gun?" Nigel was amazed.

"Yes. I was. However, it remained concealed. It wasn't the time nor place to wave a pistol around. In those situations, you need to be focussed and controlled. Could you imagine the furore if I'd shot the attacker or in the chaos accidentally shot someone else? I knew I could disarm the attacker and accomplished it effectively as I was able, with minimal fuss. The cable ties come in useful when they're struggling, and they're easy to carry."

"Do you ever get scared?" He asked eagerly.

"Every time, as I told you earlier fear is healthy. What I do can be highly dangerous, I sustained an injury on the job on one occasion, nothing life-threatening but..."She trailed off at the look of shock filtering across Nigel's face. "...what?" She asked.

"How badly were you hurt?" He asked.

"When I met you in Paris last year I was on the job for a European Royal." She saw the curiosity blaze in his eyes. "Unfortunately I cannot mention any names Nige." She grinned as he huffed. "Anyway when I returned from coffee that morning, I found them in the process of being taken by two armed men acting on behalf of a distant member of their family. I disarmed them both, and we retreated to the Royal residence. Upon our return, the family member completed the job himself. I walked away with a dislocated shoulder and a severe concussion."

"Wow," Nigel muttered.

"He came off much worse than I." Andy finished the coffee and stood. Pacing to the kitchen, she rinsed the mug and placed it in the dishwasher. As she turned around, she saw Nigel hovering in the doorway. "What's up Nige?" She asked gently.

"You aren't the same person are you?" He asked hesitantly. "I told Miranda you weren't, but I don't think I realised how much you had changed."

"I will always be Andy Sachs, but I am not the naïve young woman I was when I initially graced Runway with my presence." She smirked. "That Andy Sachs disappeared when you completed your make-over. She's a little more polished these days, and she has an alter ego called Alexis who thrives on kicking ass. Also, I'm nowhere as nice as I used to be."

"And your beautiful hair, why did you cut it off?" He asked.

"It wasn't suitable," Andy said patiently. "No matter how tightly I tied it back it fell out of its binding. It was high maintenance, heavy and ridiculously sweaty when training. It was a hard decision to make, but upon reflection, it was the right one. Someone could use my long hair against me."

"How so?" Nigel queried.

"Imagine this Nige, I'm attempting to fight, and someone has a weapon, let's say for dramatic effect they're holding a knife, they could grab and wrap my long hair around their wrist, using it to pull me closer to get leverage to slit my throat."

Nigel gasped in horror. "Seriously?"

Andy nodded. "Yeah seriously."

"But your training was thorough?" He asked. "That is unlikely to happen."

"Yes, it was thorough. What I've learned wasn't the work of a few weeks Nige. P.J and Kate started my training three days after I met them in Thailand. Did I ever explain how I met them?" Andy asked.

Nigel shook his head. "No, you told me of the career change but not how it came about."

Andy smiled. "They stopped me from being attacked by three men, one of whom had a knife, in a little alley just off the Kao San Road two days into my travels. Let's say they weren't interested in what little money I was carrying." Andy frowned at the remembrance. "Anyway, we spent time together and then P.J caught me off guard with his job offer. The rest is history, I accepted and travelled with them to the south of France. P.J started the firearm training immediately. Just before we left France for L.A Kate began to teach me close combat and mixed martial arts."

"So that scissor kick move, is that one of Kate's?" Nigel asked.

She smiled widely. "Nope. Kate eventually taught me how to knock someone unconscious with a sleeper hold. That's when you hold someone from behind you use your arms and gently press the carotid arteries on either side of the neck, 5 seconds of pressure should knock someone unconscious if done correctly. I decided it could be done through a choke hold using the thighs after watching some late night wrestling. That video you saw was my first attempt, I have since perfected it." She grinned even wider as he chuckled.

"We should get ready for dinner; you know how it thrills Miranda to be kept waiting," Nigel said smiling as Andy laughed.

"She's not that scary Nige." Andy shook her head and continued to chuckle. "But you're right. I should find something acceptable wear."

"Check the bag in front of your closet." Nigel grinned. "I was excited when I heard you were coming to see us and mentioned it in passing to Amy at Hermès. Well, Gaultier found out and remembering you fondly sent me some items for you from their fall/winter collection." He shook his head and grinned at Andy's look of shock. "Now as much as I love the soft butch look on you I think you should go with a skirt tonight. Those legs are worth showing off."

"I'll consider it but make no promises," Andy smirked and stalked past him to the bedroom knowing she would take his advice.

Andy walked out of the guest room 30 minutes later in a red Ted Baker t-shirt which she had partly tucked into an Hermès leather skirt that ended mid-thigh and black Prada peep-toe suede ankle boots. Nigel sat with a glass of wine, and his eyes widened as Andy came into view, he saw she had her hair in a side-parting and had swept it up and back, giving herself a bit of a quiff. Nigel stood quickly taking three steps towards her. As he reached her, he spun her around smiling widely. "Wow, you look beautiful." He said as he pulled her down next to him on the sofa. Pouring her a glass of wine he grinned mischievously. "Miranda won't know what hit her."

Andy rolled her eyes. "Shut up." She blushed. "I'm surprised she hasn't lined up husband number three."

"She's not interested in another husband. Stephen and Greg have been enough to put her off men for good. I keep teasing her and telling her to get a wife instead." Nigel told her. "That whole business with Greg was a disgrace."

"Roy mentioned the twin's don't see Greg." She said sipping her wine. "I must have been living under a rock when it all went off. I have no idea what's gone on."

"You don't know?" Andy shook her head. "Well I can tell you what was in the papers, you know how closed off Miranda is when it comes to her personal life." He sighed. "Something happened while we in Paris last year, the penultimate day had Miranda rushing off on the first flight home. The twins played a prank on Greg's girlfriend which caused her to walk out on him after telling him his children were monsters like their mother, a comment they overheard. Greg reacted furiously and drank heavily. I don't know what happened from there, but Caroline somehow tumbled down a flight of stairs. She ended up in the hospital with a concussion, and her wrist broken in multiple places, she had bruises consistent with being grabbed hard and smacked. She had surgery to pin her wrist to allow it to heal. The hospital got the police, and the Office of Children and Family Services involved due to the severity of the injuries. Somehow the injuries were leaked to the press. I have never seen Miranda so agitated, and as you know, I have been in her circle for over 20 years. When the rest of us returned from Paris, the Devil was out in full force. She had started legal proceedings to revoke Greg's parental rights, which she won. He has no access to the girls until they are 18, at which time they may, if they choose, form a relationship with him. Right now he's not allowed within 500 meters of them. Going off the little information I possess, I believe it is doubtful the twins will want contact."

"If Greg caused that beautiful little girl harm..." Andy was furious, she looked down at her arm and exhaled to calm herself.

Nigel scoffed. "The justice system failed, treating him with leniency due to his family connections being what they are. It was close; he barely escaped prison time." Following Andy's gaze, Nigel took in the lower part of Andy's sleeve tattoo. Nigel knew of the entwined floral C's on her inner forearm, which she'd had completed before leaving New York, but was amazed to see the whole half sleeve dedicated to the twins. Between the bright watercolour flowers and butterflies depicted within the tattoo sleeve, he spotted two red-headed fairies, one of them sprinkling hearts over a butterfly and the other musical notes over a large tiger lily. "I know you said you planned to finish your sleeve, is it done?"

"Yeah. It ends at my shoulder." Andy admitted. "It was finished yesterday."

Lifting her arm, he studied the intricate design of the tattoo. "Your tattooist captured the mischief in the twins face." He told her lightly. "The likeness is uncanny; it's a beautiful piece of art."

Andy blushed. "I came to care about them very much; they're wonderful little girls behind that puckish behaviour. They're mischievous but not cruel. They're certainly not monsters." Looking down at her watch she sighed. "C'mon Nige, we best be going before Miranda breathes fire."

Nigel stood up and smiled widely. Cocking his arm for the brunette, he whispered. "Do you want to go dancing later?"

Grinning Andy nodded and linking arms stated. "Yeah, why not?"

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Miranda greeted them at the door and took their coats. Looking at Andy in her leather skirt, as she handed her blazer over, she took in the 4" heeled ankle boots and the expanse of tanned leg. She felt her heart rate quicken, and her mouth to go dry. She nodded once her approval and gestured for them to follow her.

Leading them up the stairs to the first-floor living area they entered the room. Andy caught Miranda's brief smile as she looked at the twins. They were in front of the TV on beanbags, Xbox controllers in hand as they raced each other on Forza 3. Andy smiled widely as Cassidy slammed her car into Caroline, spinning her into a wall and taking the victory.

"Told you I'd win." Cassidy laughed, her joy clear.

"Cheat." Caroline hissed.

"Bobbsey's," Miranda said tenderly. "We have guests and dinner will be ready shortly, please turn off the game."

"Aw, Mom. Just one more race." Caroline requested with a frown. "I nearly won that time, if Cass played fair I would have beaten her."

Miranda rolled her eyes. "You can play more after dinner Caroline," Miranda told her gently.

They all watched as Cassidy leaned forward to switch everything off. Catching a flicker of movement from the corner of her eye Cassidy stopped and turned her head quickly. "Andy!" She squealed, jumping up she raced to the brunette and launched herself into Andy's arms.

Untangling the arms that had captured her waist Andy offered one of her brightest smiles. Kneeling down in front of Cassidy she pulled her in for a one-armed hug. "I've missed you, Cass," Andy whispered. Caroline walked over slowly reaching out to touch Andy's hair. "Hiya Caro," Andy said hesitantly as she held out the other arm and offered a hug. Caroline smiled and let herself become entangled in Andy's free arm. She held them both tightly before standing quickly with the twins still in her arms. They erupted in shrieks which turned to laughter as they wrapped themselves even tighter around her. "My word, you two are getting big," Andy exclaimed.

"Mom says we seem to grow taller every time she sees us." Cassidy rolled her eyes.

Andy grinned at the eye roll. "Well if your mom's noticed it must be true," Andy told them. She grinned at the editor who had sat down in a comfortable looking armchair. Nigel had claimed the other chair leaving the wide leather couch free. She walked over and sat heavily on it as Cassidy and Caroline settled in against her. "So what's new with you two imps?" She asked the twins.

"I have a cool scar where my wrist pinned after breaking it," Caroline stated.

"And I've started judo, much to mom's disgust," Cassidy said.

"Lemme see that scar, Caro," Andy asked. Caroline showed it off, and Andy trailed her fingers softly down the jagged edge of it. "That must have hurt honey."

"Yeah, it did. But I got to eat ice-cream and Jell-O and watch as mom breathed fire upon everyone." Caroline grinned.

"And judo, what prompted that choice, Cass?" She asked.

Cassidy shrugged. "I've only had one lesson."

She looked at Miranda who explained. "Cassidy watched a video online of a certain someone as she launched a fully grown man to the ground by his wrist and also a montage that showed her putting someone to sleep with the strength of her thighs. She decided she wanted to learn to defend herself. I extracted promises that what she learns is not to be used outside of the dojo." Miranda offered a small smile. "Emily found a reputable school, and she had her first session this afternoon."

Andy grinned down at the young girl. "You will gain a lot of skills from martial arts Cass." She looked at Miranda who was gazing at her once again with a multitude of emotions that Andy struggled to read, shining through her eyes. Swallowing Andy looked away.

"What other skills will Cassidy gain from martial arts?" Miranda asked curiously.

"Martial arts is not just a way to improve health or to learn self-defence, Miranda. There are many mental benefits, the ability to develop and maintain self-discipline in life itself for one. Cassidy will learn to control her emotions, desires and reactions. These can be a huge asset in both her personal and professional life as she grows into the woman she is meant to be." Andy sighed and looked down at the redhead curled up by her side.

As she looked up, she saw Miranda was listening intently to her words. "Martial arts do not teach you to focus on overpowering or gaining control of a weaker opponent. What it imparts is the ability to use one's skills, strengths and perseverance in a fully controlled manner so that the battle within a self-defence scenario can be won as much with strategy as with strength, through controlled movements that will need thinking through before being acted upon. She will learn to hone her responses to situational awareness. She will gain muscle memory and reactive skills through repetition. Her Xiansheng will provide specific goals unique to her, and the journey she wants to take. It is a step-by-step process to one goal after another allowing her to achieve perfection at each step. It provides the ability to discipline yourself to focus on realistic goals that help you succeed in every aspect of life."

"You had zero experience with all this before you left New York, how did you prepare?" Nigel asked.

"With a lot of hard work. I trained between three and six hours a day, seven days a week for almost a year. The hours depended on what else I was learning. Even now, when I'm in L.A and not on assignment, I train at the compound with P.J or whoever else is available for an hour or two each day. When I'm away from home, I run and do yoga. I don't drink to excess, and I eat healthily."

"Talking about eating, dinner should be ready." Miranda stood and gestured for the twins to get up. "Bobbsey's please go wash your hands."

"Yes, mom." They said simultaneously, and they jumped up and raced from the room. Miranda rolled her eyes at the heavily clattering of feet on the stairs.

"Shall we?" She gestured for Andy and Nigel to lead the way downstairs struggling not to focus on the provocative sway of Andy's hips as she moved from the room ahead of her.

The dinner table was set formally much to Andy's amazement. As Miranda sat at the head of the table, she gestured for Andy and Nigel sit either side of her. As the twins arrived, Cassidy sat at Andy's side while Caroline made her way next to Nigel. Looking down at her empty placemat she was astounded as Miranda's housekeeper Maria ladled soup into bowls and set them down in front of everyone.

"Well tuck in. And please help yourself to the wine or water," Miranda told them lightly.

Andy sat stunned at the formality. Turning to Cass, she whispered. "Do you eat like this every night?"

Cassidy rolled her eyes. "No, mom usually only goes to this effort when she's trying to impress." She smirked. "We usually sit at the breakfast bar in the kitchen and help ourselves."

"Oh," Andy whispered as she poured herself a glass of water.

"What are you two whispering about?" Miranda asked.

"Andy was just asking if we eat this formally every day. I told her you only do it when you are out to impress guests."

Cassidy and Caroline grinned at their mom as she blushed and Nigel sniggered. "Yes...Well...I didn't think sitting at the breakfast bar was suitable."

"Thank you for inviting me, Miranda," Andy said. "Your table has been set beautifully." She scooped soup onto her spoon and tasted it. "Oh my God! This soup is delicious. Do you think Maria will marry me if I asked nicely?"

Miranda smiled. "You'd have to fight me for her. She's going nowhere."

Andy looked up and grinned. "Are you sure you'd win Miranda?"

Miranda looked shocked at the brunette's words as Nigel, and the twins laughed loudly. Schooling her face, she stated. "Of course I would, Andréa. I always win when I set out to do so."

Andy's smile widened to its full mega-wattage. "I'll take your word for it; I believe you'd fight dirty, anyway."

Miranda laughed loudly. "In that belief, you are correct Andréa. Now tell me about your work."

"Well, there are different Executive Protection, from high-threat protection, those are the guys often working overseas as part of well-armed teams, to corporate EP offering a medium size team, to celebrity security where only one EP specialist is enlisted to protect a client," Andy explained.

"And which do you do?" Miranda asked curiously between spoonfuls of soup.

"I don't work the high treat protection; I leave that to the ex-military and law enforcement. In my two years in the job I've conducted security for clients at concerts, sporting events and speaking engagements, I've travelled throughout the U.S, and I've had overseas travel. I've got a few more stamps in my passport." She grinned before eating more. "I usually double up with Kate, that's my bosses wife, or I work solo."

"Have you protected anyone famous, well apart from Hillary Clinton?" Caroline asked.

Andy turned her head slightly as she replied. "Yes. I did protection for some Royalty in Europe; I have a strong confidentiality agreement, which means I cannot discuss certain things. I also travelled across the states with Adele on the North American legs of her 'An Evening with Adele' tour between January and July last year."

"Wow," Cassidy muttered. "What's Adele like? Is she a diva?"

"No, Cass. She's down to Earth, and funny, she can cuss up a storm, but she's not offensive with it. I remember when I first worked with her she apologised for her voice and the language," Andy laughed. "You can hear her laughter ring out from the silence before you see her, we apparently have that in common. She has this extraordinary ability to connect with people, she's deep, she feels things immensely, and it shows in her music."

"You sound like you're a little in love with her," Caroline grumbled.

Andy grinned. "I probably am, she's larger than life, loud and extraordinarily beautiful. Her heart and soul are wondrous. I have one thing going against me though..." Nigel chucked knowing what was coming. "...she's straight."

"So are you dating?" Cassidy asked. "There are a lot of pretty girls in L.A."

"No, I don't date Cass. I'm far too busy for that." Andy told her.

Cassidy looked at her. "You're beautiful though Andy, and strong. Any woman would be lucky to say you're hers."

Andy blushed. "That's sweet of you to say, honey. My life doesn't allow for that kind of relationship though. Few people would understand what I do why I need to work or travel so much."

"Well, people are stupid. I will ask you on a date when I'm older. I would take you bowling, or to the movies, we would do something fun." Cassidy smiled up at her, and she grinned back.

Miranda looked at them, surprise highlighted in her eyes. "Bobbsey are you telling us you are perhaps gay?"

"No. I don't think so, anyway. I mean...well I honestly like this boy at school, William...But...Well, I can see Andy's pretty...And I know love's not just black and white, there's a whole rainbow of colour between." Cassidy blushed and looked down at her empty bowl. "Everyone deserves to have someone love them, a person they can come home to."

Andy finished her soup quickly. She was concerned that she might have opened a can of worms for the young girl. Raising her hand she brushed her fingers through her hair, her concern obvious.

Miranda was staring at Andy's arm in amazement taking in the bright colours depicted. At that moment she once again wished she had her glasses on to take in the detail. Andy looked up and caught her gaze and smiled softly. She schooled her features. "Tell me how you started as an Executive Protection Specialist?" Miranda asked. "It would never have crossed my mind that this would be the career choice you made after leaving the Mirror."

"Upon being offered the job in Thailand, I travelled to the south of France and learned marksmanship and was taught self-defence. Upon returning to L.A, I completed a basic EMT Certification course, while I completed that and training in other areas I worked in the Operations Centre supporting the guys out in the field, it's a 24/7 job, and I put in the hours." Andy smiled as Maria whisked her bowl away and placed Beef Wellington in front of her. "Thank you, Maria." She whispered as memories of the early days of her new career filtered through her mind.

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They flew back to the States two days after Kate taught her close combat techniques and her training started in earnest. P.J put her through the process to gain her private security license and concealed carry permits. He paid for her to complete the basic EMT Certification and he taught her the processes behind assisting in the Operations Centre and how to complete online investigations, which she learned were a significant part of the job.

She had sparred against both of her new friends, and as she made improvements with her technique, Kate taught her more. She was shown how to toss anyone right on his head, breaking their arm on the way down if she chose. They practised a 2-hit combination that was guaranteed to shatter someone's jaw every time. She was taught how to snatch a loaded gun right out of hand so fast it could tear the trigger finger off. Andy was shown how to make someone, who tried to choke her, literally drown in their own spit. She could snap someone's wrist or elbow. They instructed her on how to spin an attacker around if they grabbed or pushed her — taking their back—and knocking them unconscious. She could cripple someone twice her size and weight using nothing the tips of her fingers, control a bigger and stronger attacker's entire body with one knuckle, both these moves causing an enemy to drop like a lead balloon. The final close combat move she practised with Kate was vicious, and frankly stomach-churning, it was a move that allowed her to lead someone by their chin all the way to the ground, hard.

She found due to this training she could think faster, more precisely and more decisively than ever before. It left her feeling entirely at ease in all different situations, giving her more confidence.

She had found it took a lot of physical and emotional labour to support a protective team out of the Operations Centre. The work included travel intelligence, threat assessment, managing threat cases and coordinating logistics for the clients. It was an area she found she excelled. After working in the Operations Centre for about nine months, she was given the opportunity to work in the field, and eventually act as detail leader for some events.

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Andy continued to explain. "By the time I had put in a year I had my Californian guard card and an exposed firearm permit, CCW Permits and Firearms licenses for the states that don't allow for concealed carry. I had a CPR and AED certification and the EMT certification. The EMT isn't required but having this training helps you assess people and provide emergency medical care."

"You said you don't have time to date, what are your average work hours?" Miranda asked concerned about the lack of support Andy would have in her personal life.

Andy looked down at her half-eaten Wellington. "I work around 50 hours per week. I am off for two non-consecutive days when not on assignment, but I get asked to come in on my day off or to come in early. My hours are a combination of day shifts or night shifts. There is an occasional 70-80 hour week, but these are rare." Andy pushed her plate away, catching Miranda's eye she said. "That was excellent."

"Have you eaten sufficient?" Miranda queried noting Andy's discomfort.

"Yes thank you, Miranda," Andy stated. She looked around the table she saw all four pairs of eyes on her and blushed. "I feel like I've taken up the evening with my blathering." She grinned shyly. "My bosses always tell me the best way to avoid questions about my work is to play dumb; the easiest route is to act ignorant. If someone thinks I'm an idiot it will not hurt, what will hurt is playing the role of the cool bodyguard and giving out potentially sensitive information."

Miranda nodded. "You have not provided what I would call sensitive information and what you told us of your training shows you have worked very hard. I will admit I did my research after Nigel spoke of you again. You are said to be one of the best in your field, yet you are very new to the industry. What do you do differently from your coworkers and peers?"

"I always remember that my clients are just normal people, they may have money and connections, but they are human. Too many of my peers and colleagues believe our clients will find the slightest thing upsetting. They think our presence will alarm them. They pay us, often extraordinarily well, to do a job. I believe it's OK to do it without a guilty conscience or fear of offending the client with my presence." Andy sighed. "I learned a lot at Runway and put it into place within this role. I've collected increasingly more responsibility, like a snowball rolling down a mountain, and I've become indispensable. And I've found that being valuable to the team gives me a lot of power when bargaining over higher pay, training courses and so on. Whatever challenge gets thrown at me I complete. The last challenge P.J gave me included an offer to buy me a Harley. I won and held him to it."

Miranda chuckled. "You always pulled off the impossible. Now desert? I have made a pecan pie. I hope you will join us for a slice? If I am correct, it is a favourite of yours."

Andy looked up to see the disbelief highlighted in Nigel's eyes. She was frankly shocked Miranda remembered a random passing comment she had made all those years ago regarding dessert choices. Shaking her head, she answered with a small smile. "A slice of pie would be lovely."

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