Page 201 of Micah
“I need you, bro.”
Of course he does.
I glance toward the bar.
Sloane catches my eye instantly. She can always tell when something's wrong.
I walk over.
“The ranch?” She asks quietly.
I nod.
“Cryo system is acting up. Benji called. They need me.”
“Then go.”
“I don't like leaving.”
She smiles.
“I know.”
“I'm serious.”
“So am I.”
She reaches over and smooths a wrinkle from the front of my shirt. The casual little touch almost undoes me.
“I’m not alone. I’ve got Joan here.”
She points toward the older bartender polishing glasses.
“And Freddy.”
He waves from the kitchen pass-through.
“Milly's supposed to relieve Joan in a few hours.”
I make a face.
“She’s unreliable as fuck.”
She cups my jaw before I can argue.
“It’ll be fine, Babe. Go to work.”
Babe.
Fuck, I love it when she calls me that.
“Micah, I mean it I'm fine. And I'll continue to be fine until close.”
“I don't want?—”
“I know.”
Her smile turns impossibly gentle.
