Page 7 of Micah

“That’s a nice Camaro,” he said as he leaned against the doorjamb and folded his arms.

“Nice Vette,” she said in return.

A corner of his sexy mouth lifted. “Thanks. What year is your Camaro?”

“It’s a two thousand eleven. What’s your Vette?”

“Two thousand fourteen. It’s the Stingray Premiere Edition.”

“You know what they say about men who drive Corvettes, right?” she said in a tongue in cheek way.

A slow smile lifted his lips. “Sweetheart, I don’t drive that Vette because I’m lacking anywhere.”

“Wow. Conceited much?” She shook her head then smiled. “Can I drive it?”

“Are you out of your mind?”

Patsy laughed. “I had a feeling that would be your answer, Agent Turner.”

“You can go ahead and eat if you want. I’m going to grab a shower.”

He pushed himself away from the doorjamb, turned and picked up his weapon, tie, and jacket then walked through the living room, and disappeared down the hallway.

Patsy stood up from the recliner and entered the kitchen. She found two plates, set them on the table, and opened the lid to the pizza box. The aroma had her stomach growling. She smiled as she looked down at the pizza. Half of it was pepperoni only, and the other half had pepperoni, mushrooms, green peppers, and onions loaded on it. She picked up a slice, put it on her plate, headed into the living room, and sat back down in the recliner.

Tilting her head, she listened to the shower running. Closing her eyes, she remembered what his muscled ass and broad shoulders had looked like. She never would have thought that hard body was under those suits he wore. Of course, going by the look of the weight room, he worked out quite a bit.

She lifted the slice of pizza, took a bite, and groaned. It was fantastic. She was on her second slice already when she put it to her mouth and took a bite then pulled the pizza away from her face to stretch out the mozzarella cheese into a long string. She guiltily stopped when Micah cleared his throat. She glanced over at him.

“Good?” he asked her.

She chewed and swallowed. “Very good.”

Micah chuckled and entered the kitchen.

Damn him. Sweatpants. Again.Black ones this time, but they still hugged his ass so nice making her mentally beg him to turn around.Please. Please. Please.When he did,she couldn’t stop the moan from emerging. His red T-shirt hugged his broad chest and shoulders. She felt the heat pour into her cheeks when he raised an eyebrow at her as he entered the living room holding a plate and carrying a beer.

“This is really good,” she murmured but refused to look at him.

He’d know. She just knew he’d know.

“It’s just a little hole in the wall, but they have the best pizza in the area. I’m sorry, I didn’t ask if you wanted a beer.” Micah held up the beer before he sat down.

“No thanks. I hate beer. It tastes like horse piss.”

Micah tilted his head with a smirk teasing his mouth. “And you’re an expert on the taste of horse piss?”

Patsy couldn’t stop the laugh from emerging.

“Well, no, but if I had to taste it, I’m sure it would be what beer tastes like.”

“You’ve just never had a good beer.”

“You said you were going out of town.”

She watched him take a bite of his pizza, chew, and swallow.

“I’m going to Oregon to have a talk with White.”

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