Miles kept himself from looking at Diha. It was far too easy to let his mind wander when he looked at her. To wonder if his life might have been different if he'd met a woman like her earlier, before he'd gone and married his work.
A woman like her didn't deserve someone like him.
He should be glad when this operation was over and she went home. As frustrating as it was to not be in control of his life at the moment, being around her only magnified that. She had the job she'd always wanted, like him, and yet the little she'd said about her family and the rest of her life made it clear that her life was full. She wasn't damaged goods like he was.
He turned the volume down and leaned back in his chair. It took effort, but he wrestled his thoughts back to the job.