Chapter 5
“This is my own fault, you realize,” Micah told Sylvester. The cat wound through his legs as he prepared the cat’s food at the kitchen counter. “I’m the i***t who told him to go out with Spencer.”
Micah pulled off the lid of the can of cat food and scooped half of the contents into a fish-shaped cat dish.
“And I’m also the i***t who said, ‘Oh let’s just be friends. I don’t want anything serious. We’re not even attracted to each other.’“
Sometimes Micah wondered if he could be any more stupid if he tried. He was not an unintelligent guy. Hell, he was a highly respected and sought after registered nurse. He worked at one of the best hospitals in Southern California. One didn’t get that way if one was a dunderhead.
Except maybe with guys he was. Somewhere in the back of his hea
