Page 58 of Micah

It should just be the truth.

Thank God Micah was there.

The memory makes me smile despite myself.

He hadn't hesitated.

Not for a second.

One look at my face and he understood exactly what I needed without making me explain.

“I'm almost done, Babe.”

I'd been bluffing.

Desperate.

Hoping he'd play along.

Instead, he'd looked at me with those steady blue eyes, called me Princess like he'd been saying it forever, and stepped right into the role.

“I’ll be here. Just take your time, Princess.”

Just like that.

No questions.

No awkwardness.

No making me feel foolish afterward.

Then he'd said some words and stared those two idiots down until they practically tripped over themselves running for the door.

Part of me wonders if he was just being a good guy.

The quiet cowboy helping out the frazzled bartender.

But another part...

The hopeful, reckless part I've been trying very hard to ignore...

Keeps wondering if maybe...

Just maybe...

He wouldn't mind the job full-time.

The be my boyfriend job I mean.

The thought makes my cheeks warm.

God.

Listen to me.

We've barely had a real conversation, and I'm already imagining him as my boyfriend.

Maybe I really have lost my mind.