Page 90 of She Likes It, Hey Micah
I tuck a curl behind her ear. “I want to be wherever you are.”Ugh. That’sliterallya line from the book I read, spoken by the billionaire with the secret life as a spy. I need to work on my game. At least I didn’t say it with a British accent, which is how I imagine all billionaires sound even though the character was supposedly born in Alabama.
When we get back to the table, the group has split into two. Houston sits with his twin and Jordan, and apparently Busty Brunette from the bar has joined them. I’m more than glad that that leaves Micah and me with Kit and Skyler. I don’t think they’ll mind if I am a bit on the quiet side.
“We made a bet,” Kit says as we sit down.
Micah groans. “Why are you two always making bets?”
Laughing, Kit puts his arm around Skyler’s shoulders. “Because Houston is too used to winning. That means we have to be on our game tonight.”
I realize he’s looking at me, and I grimace. “I’m not sure you should expect much from me,” I warn.
He grins, his eyes dancing between Micah and me. “Yeah, you might be distracted. That’s okay; Micah and I can win this.”
Skyler elbows him. “And what about me?”
“You’re too smart for trivial knowledge.”
“Darn right I am. But I am going to help us win because there is no way under the sun I am wearing whatever Halloween costume Houston picks out for us if we lose.”
Oh, I don’t like the sound of that. Micah must see my horror because she leans in and presses a lingering kiss to my cheek. “Don’t worry,” she whispers in my ear, sending a shiver through me. “I’ll protect you from my brother.”
Will she protect me from her brother if I start kissing her in the middle of the bar?
Kit clears his throat, and I reluctantly give him my attention. He’s smirking at me like he can read my thoughts, and I don’t like it. “We need a team name.”
“The Houston Briggs Defeaters,” Skyler suggests.
“Houston Haters,” Micah counters.
“The Coalition for Hallelujah, Houston Lost.”
“Better than Houston.”
“You know I can hear you, right?” Houston says, and both women burst into laughter.
The brunette across the table from Houston smiles despite the way he is glaring at her like she’s his worst enemy. “I think you’re onto something,” she says and raises her glass in our direction.
Kit rolls his eyes. “I’m putting us down as Book Smarts unless one of you guys comes up with something better.”
“What about Winning So I Can Go Home?” I suggest.
Micah snorts. “You’re fine. You agreed to this, remember?”
“Doesn’t mean I have to like it.” I like her, though. And I like the way she’s grinning at me even though I’m being grumpy. I have no idea how she puts up with me, but she almost seems to like the way I challenge her. In my defense, I wouldn’t be grumpy if we had followed my unspoken plan, which was to go back to her apartment and use our mouths for something other than spewing useless facts. I’m still not over the taste I got in the car.
“What’s your team name?” Micah asks the other table.
“The Inquizitors,” Brooklyn replies.
“I wanted to be the Chewy Cheese Fries,” Jordan says. “They didn’t go for it.
Micah leans over so our shoulders press together. “We’re usually the Briggadiers,” she tells me, “but we didn’t want to use that without Chad. He’s the one who came up with the name.”
“Is a team name really all that important?” I ask. Then I reach for her hand and pull it into my lap so she can’t move farther away.
A lovely splash of pink colors her cheeks as she smiles at me. “Of course it’s important! If you look over there, you can see the lovely Wall of Weekly Winners.”
It’s on the other side of the bar and my contacts are drying out, but I can see The Briggadiers on there quite a few times. “So, I’m with a champion triviateer?”
