21
It was almost midnight when we stopped at a hotel past Birmingham, Alabama.
This time we got two rooms, and Micah called dibs on sleeping with me. In the hallway, after bidding goodnight to the others, I caught Victor’s gaze lingering on me. I saw something there, something I couldn’t quite grasp. Was he jealous? No. Worried? That wasn’t it either.
Inside our room, Micah threw himself at one of the beds, tossing me one of his trademark smiles. “So, darling, will you join me?” He patted the empty space beside him.
I rolled my eyes and rummaged through my things. “Why are you in this?”
He sat up straight. “What do you mean?”
“Why are you here? Why are you coming with us and helping us?”
“I thought it was pretty obvious. Because of you, darling.” He winked and I rolled my eyes again
