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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.

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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.

Shoving thoughts of him aside, I spread out a napkin in my lap and then reached for a slice of pizza. When I lifted it carefully to my mouth to take a bite, I felt Micah’s gaze on me. I lowered the pizza and turned to look at him. He was smirking. What was so funny? I raised my eyebrows, feeling slightly annoyed that he could make me so self-conscious.

“Are you always so prim?” he asked me.

“Are you always so annoying?” I shot back at him.

His lips curled into a full-blown smile. “You know, Tink, I think you’re the only female who finds me annoying. But then I doubt you really mean it.”

I narrowed my eyes at him, hating that he was right. “You’re wrong there. Pepper thinks you’re annoying.”

He chuckled. “Little sisters don’t count. And I wasn’t making fun of you. It’s cute. That proper, prissy shit you do.”

Cute. If he called me cute one more time, I was going to shove my pizza in his face. It was grating on my nerves.

“Just stop talking,” I said, turning my attention back to the television.

“Ouch,” he drawled, but I didn’t respond.

Instead, I took a bite and started to chew.

I expected him to talk some more and continue to say things that made me angry, but instead, he started searching the movies on Netflix again. I watched as he went past several movies that might be good when he finally stopped at one.

“You good with this one?” he asked.

I nodded, not looking at him, then picked up my glass and drank down the rest of the bubbly inside of it before reaching to pour myself more. If I was going to watch an entire movie with Micah Abe, I needed help relaxing.

He clicked it, set the remote down, then took another slice from the table. I was finished with mine and used the napkin in my lap to clean my hands, then folded it neatly and placed it on the coffee table before settling back with my glass.

It wasn’t until I drank all that I had and was considering pouring more that I felt its effects. Turning, I looked over at Micah, who shifted his gaze from the television to me.

“Don’t you have better things to do on a Saturday night?” I asked him.

His eyes danced with amusement. “I can’t say that I do, Tink.”

I didn’t want to smile, but my lips did so anyway. Dang them. “You’re lying,” I replied.

He took a drink from his glass, not taking his gaze off me. “Why would you say that?”

I threw out a hand and waved it around the room. “This isn’t very exciting for you.”

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