Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 73537 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 368(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73537 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 368(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
Micah was busy holding a small square sheet of foil while Jeremy was working on covering the structure we had built with another square. Micah’s eyes lifted to meet mine, and then he gave me a crooked grin.
“Hey, Tink.”
I paused, looking from Jeremy to Micah, trying to make sense of the situation.
Jeremy glanced back at me. “Micah is helping me. You can eat.”
“When did you get here?” I asked Micah.
“Almost right after you left,” he replied. “Ringer texted that you were feeding the homeless, so I thought I’d help Jeremy out.”
Jeremy’s pizza was half eaten on his plate.
“You haven’t finished your pizza,” I pointed out.
He took the next piece of foil from Micah. “It’s okay. I’m almost done with this, and I can take it with me.”
This was so odd. I stood there, trying to make sense of it. The last time Jeremy had seen Micah, he hadn’t liked him. I hadn’t been gone but maybe ten or fifteen minutes. How had things taken a complete one-eighty in that amount of time? Something wasn’t right, but I couldn’t put my finger on it.
“I’m really hoping there is enough of that pizza for me too. Smells amazing,” Micah said as he took a piece of foil and started wrapping the tower too.
I had another one made up in the fridge that I hadn’t cooked yet. I’d thought about Micah when I did it, but I hadn’t wanted to assume he would be here in time to eat dinner. It was a Saturday night, and…well, he was Micah. He had things to do on Saturday nights, unlike me.
I cleared my throat and decided I would figure this out later. “Yes, I have another one ready to put in the oven. I’ll, uh, do that now.”
I didn’t wait for him to respond, but went about busying myself so as to not think about how he looked right now, bent over a model of the Eiffel Tower, helping Jeremy finish it up. The only thing that even remotely made sense right now was that I had fallen and hit my head somewhere. Because this was not something one would ever expect to see Micah Abe doing.
By the time I had the oven heated and the other pizza slid inside, Jeremy had announced they were finished and brought his plate and cup to put in the sink.
“Thanks for your help and dinner,” he said brightly.
Yes, something was off. This felt like the twilight zone.
“Uh, yes, of course. It turned out great,” I said to him. “Do you want to stay for some more pizza?” I asked him.
“No. I’m good.” He nodded his head toward the pizza on a napkin he’d left on the table. “I’ll take that with me. See you later, Dolly.”
I watched as he walked back over to the table and picked up his pizza.
“I’ll carry the Eiffel Tower,” Micah offered.
“Thanks!” Jeremy said, seemingly happy about it.
Well, all right then. Whatever. Men of all ages confused me, it seemed. I was clueless, or I was missing something. Either way, I was going to let it go. Jeremy seemed happy enough.
Micah took the tower and followed Jeremy, but glanced back at me and winked before leaving the room. I stared at the door for a few moments before shaking my head and walking over to the fridge to get out a bottle of prosecco.
I considered texting Pepper to tell her what had just happened and get her opinion on it, but decided against bothering her. I had already distracted her enough from the bar this weekend.
12
Dolly
Carrying the pizza into the living room, I set it on the coffee table. I could feel Micah watching me from the sofa he was currently leaning back on, scrolling through Netflix. Before I could straighten back up, he leaned forward and took a slice.
“Damn, this looks good,” he said, then took a bite.
Refusing to watch him chew because even Micah could make eating sexy, I turned and headed back to the kitchen to get the bottle of prosecco and my glass. Pausing, I glanced over at the whiskey that Micah had bought last night and figured it would be rude not to take it in there in case he wanted more. He already had a glass with some in it, but I didn’t want him to choke on his pizza.
With a sigh, I picked it up and went back to the living room. His suggestion that we eat in there and watch a movie had sounded kinda nice. Even if he made me a little nervous. When Micah looked at me, I felt like that awkward girl I had been. The one that was still inside me. My appearance might have changed, but it hadn’t changed much else.
Placing the bottles beside the pizza, I sat down with little room between us because this sofa was not that big. I’d bought it, thinking it was perfect for me. Micah made it look even smaller than it was. The only other guy who had sat on this sofa was Canyon, and that had been only a handful of times.