Page 46 of Micah
She gives them an apologetic smile.
“I'm sorry if you got the wrong impression.”
Wrong answer.
They laugh.
One leans farther over the bar.
“Come on.”
He pats his thigh.
“Sit on my lap.”
“I bet I can change your mind.”
Every muscle in my body locks.
“Actually...”
She swallows.
“No.”
Then, with surprising confidence, she lifts her chin.
“Because, you see...” She puts her hands on her gorgeous hips. “I have a boyfriend.”
Boyfriend?
My ears perk up.
Boyfriend?
My stomach drops somewhere around my boots.
Since when?
How the hell did I miss that?
I've been watching.
No.
Keeping an eye on—fuck.
Hell.
Whatever the fuck I've been doing, I know I've never seen another man.
Have I been wrong this whole time?
Have I built an entire fantasy around a woman who's already with someone else?
The thought hits harder than I expect.
Then her eyes find mine.
