Page 168 of Micah

Three minutes.

That's what it takes to get from the cryo building to my cabin.

Longest three minutes of my damn life.

Because my imagination won't shut up.

Bit's probably asking Sloane intimate details about last night..

Esme's probably explaining how hopeless I am with feelings.

Hell, maybe they're already planning a wedding.

I wish.

I grip the steering wheel tighter.

No.

That's ridiculous.

Probably.

Then again...

It is Bit. And Esme. So, who knows?

I crest the hill.

My cabin comes into view.

Two vehicles sit outside.

Esme's SUV.

Bit's pickup.

I case the layout, note any and all discrepancies, then I park my truck and hop out.

Through the kitchen window? I see movement.

Sloane.

She's laughing.

Really laughing.

Head tipped back.

Coffee mug in one hand.

Surrounded by women who already look like they've known her for years.

And right then? Something warm settles in my chest.

Maybe...

Maybe she doesn't need rescuing after all.