“He fallen in love with you yet?”
“Probably.”
Highly doubt it.
“Am I invited to the wedding?”
“Probably not.”
Definitely not, you dummy.
Micah suddenly drops to his haunches in front of my couch, and I curl my legs tighter and closer together to keep all ofmefrom touchinghim.
“That’s not very friendly of you, Miss Vesper. This is a small town; any big, important life event is usually celebrated together.”
“I didn’t sign up to be a part of a cult.”
“Yeah, you did. We’re a packaged deal.”
I set my jaw. “I wouldn’t inviteyouto anything ofmineif you were the only person I was able to invite.”
“What would the folks say to that?”
I bristle. “I don’t care.”
“You would if I told them we were fucking, I stopped it, and now you’re holding a grudge against me.”
I’ve never been a violent person.
However, thewantto kick Micah in the chest and watch him fall on his ass is lookingreallygood right now.
“You have to know how this is going to eventually end, right?” he poses, almost innocently to my ears, as he continues to stare at me like I’m supposed to soak in everything he says. “When this is all over?—”
“Whenwhatis all over?” I cut in sharply underneath my breath so my voice doesn’t carry to Heath in the kitchen. “You gaining a few more brain cells from the ones you burnt up from smelling too much motor oil?” He opens his mouth to answer, but I don’t allow him to spew out any sort of false hope to my ears. If he does, I’m afraid of what I may do. “Whatever you have going on, Micah Wolfe, I can assure you, I won’t be available to you. In any capacity that may live rent-free in your head. Like you said, we’re done. Do what you need to do and leave mealone.”
“That’s never going to happen, it seems.”
“It will.”
“It won’t. I was in a bad state of mind. Still kinda am, but let me make it up to you. I’m sorry for how I acted and treated you. I just didn’t?—”
“No.”
Micah has the damn nerve to hit me with an exasperated expression. “Sienna, I’mreallybeginning to love your temper and this wholeplaying hard to getbullshit. Trust me, I know I deserve it. However, that’s not going to stop me from getting you again.”
“That confidence of yours is really going to give you a brutal reality check.”
“Jonah isn’t me.”
A mirthless chuckle leaves my lips. “Oh, I know. I love that.”
“You’re lying again.”
“I can assure you, I’m not.”
“You are,” he replies arrogantly. “Your eyes can’t hide the fact that you still want me. And you already know I want you, too. Just bad timing all around.”
My cheeks heat, but I still pop off with, “I think that was the universe saving me from you.”
