Page 72 of Always Knew It Was You

“I need to talk to you.”

I cross my hands over my chest. “Okay. So talk.”

“Alone.” He shoots Robbie another hard look and says, “Scram, you.”

Rage twists Robbie’s expression.

“Oh, that’s it, you preppy motherfucker.” He snarls and snatches Micah by the front of his shirt. But then Micah moves faster than I’ve ever seen anyone move, grabbing Robbie’s wrist, stepping out, and then throwing him over his shoulder.

Robbie crashes hard onto the floor on his back and rears forward in pain.

“Fuck,” he explodes.

“Micah!” I gasp in horror, grabbing his arm to drag him away from Robbie. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“You touch her again, and I’m going to break that arm.” Micah is still holding Robbie’s wrist and he twists it, leading the other man to howl again. “Got it?”

“Micah, let him go right this instant.”

Micah spares me a glance and I glare at him sternly. At first, it looks like he won’t oblige, that stubborn anger holding on firmly.

But then he suddenly schools his features into an implacable mask and releases Robbie, stepping back.

“You crazy asshole,” Robbie says, stumbling back to his feet. “Come on, Carly. Let’s get out of here and call the cops.”

“She’s not going anywhere with you.”

“She’s not staying here with you either, you jerk. You must be out of your mind. Heck, you could have broken my spine with that bullshit. Carly, get away from him, he’s clearly unhinged.”

Both men turn to stare at me waiting for my decision.

I hesitate for a moment, biting my lip as I come to a reluctant decision.

“Robbie, can you give me a second?” I tell him. “I actually do need to talk to Micah about something.”

Robbie seems unsure, as Micah shoots him a triumphant look.

“Are you sure?”

I nod. “Unfortunately.”

He gives Micah another threatening look, which Micah returns with a droll look of his own before Robbie walks off.

“What the hell was that?” I turn on Micah the second Robbie is far enough away still shooting Micah dirty looks. “How dare you just come up here and attack my friend?”

“Friend?” Micah’s eyebrow cocks sardonically. “He wasn’t looking at you in a very friendly way.”

I roll my eyes. “Really? We’ve known each other since we were kids, and I’m pretty sure I’m better at reading him than you are. Robbie and I have no interest in each other. The only reason you can’t see that is because you’re having a jealous fit.”

“Jealous?” He even laughs while he says it like it’s the most ridiculous thing he’s ever heard. “I don’t get jealous.”

Is he for real right now? He just came up and attacked someone for no reason, but he’s not going to admit that he did it out of jealousy?

Of course not, because that giant ego of his won’t let him. He’s Micah Landing and there is no way the great Micah Landing would ever be jealous over little old Carly Huntley.

I glower at him. “What do you want, Micah?”

“Like I said, I came to talk to you. Before I saw that bastard pawing at you.”

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