Tuesday. Thames House Security Service Headquarters. London, United Kingdom.
DIHA STOOD JUST INSIDE her lab, looking up at Miles. There was something about being the focus of his attention that made her heart speed up, stomach tie in knots and her toes wiggle. He was an intense man.
If it weren't for Harper and the others, she might have caved under a stare like that. She wouldn't exactly thank Harper for toughening her up.
"T-thank you, Mr. Green." Her knees were a bit weak. She'd been up far too long, and wouldn't have the chance to crash until much later.
Her stomach growled, but she hoped he didn't hear over the other sounds of people talking and moving about the office.
Miles' gaze dipped down. It was so fast she would have missed it if she weren't watching him. "Ms. Balakrishnan?"
"Diha, please?" She was rather impressed he hadn't stuttered over her surname once, but it was a mouthful.