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allegedly unfaithful husband, to work that morning, checked in with my friend at the receptionist desk, and then came into the office to get in a little paperwork before my first class at 11. Micah agreed to come over that evening so we could talk.
     
         The rest of the day went by in a blur. I barely paid attention in class and I almost forgot to follow Mr. Knox home. All I could think about what talking to Micah. Now that I had made up my mind to make things work with us, I was terrified that it was too late, that I'd already ruined everything. I knew I was just being ridiculous, that if it was really too late then Micah would have said so at the diner. I knew this, but it didn't make the wait any easier.
     
         I changed my clothes twice after I got home while I waited for him to get there. I finally settled on a dark blue, form-fitting long-sleeved shirt that I knew Micah loved because he said it brought out my eyes and a pair of jeans that he always said made my butt look nice.
     
         “You're acting like it's your first date,” Kane commented from his place in front of the computer as I gave myself one last once over in the mirror. My honorary little brother was quite the expert on dating. He'd had more girlfriends at 16 than most people had in their entire lives. He'd recently broken up with the girl he'd dated all summer, saying he had to keep his options open now that school was back in session. Attracting girls was not a problem for him. He had bright green eyes and short blonde hair that he wore in a disheveled fashion that seemed to drive the girls wild. His fashion tended towards skater-punk.
     
         “I'm as nervous as if it were,” I muttered.
     
         “Why be nervous? Anyone with half a brain can tell that he's crazy about you.”
     
         “Is that how you were able to tell?”
     
         “Oh, that hurt.”
     
         Being the mature older brother that I am, I stuck my tongue out at him and left to wait downstairs.
     
         Of course, Micah chose to arrive the second I went into the bathroom to pee. The doorbell rang and seconds later, I heard Kane clattering down the stairs.
     
         “I'll get it,” I yelled, knowing from experience that if Kane answered it would only lead to embarrassment for all involved, but mostly me.
     
          “From the bathroom? Don't be stupid. I'll get it.”
     
         I heard the door open and swore under my breath.
     
         “Hey, Micah,” Kane said. “Good thing you got here when you did or Killian would have tried on everything he owns.”
     
          “ Arg !” I howled from the bathroom. I washed my hands and burst through the door to find Micah still standing in the doorway. He looked fantastic wearing a dark gray ribbed turtleneck sweater and black cargo pants.
     
         “You could have at least invited him in,” I growled at Kane.
     
         “Like you gave me time. Anyway, I'm going out. Tell Dad that I'll be home by
ten o'clock
.”
     
         “Ok, be careful.” For all our bickering, we were actually pretty close and I often caught myself being protective of him. He threw me a look and loped off towards the old truck Adam had bought to use at the B&B. He let Kane use it when they didn't need it.
     
         I turned back to Micah, who was still standing just outside the door.
     
         “Um, come on in?”
     
         He stepped in and we stood awkwardly in the hall for a few seconds, neither of us sure what to say.
     
         “Do you want to go up to my room so we can talk?” I finally asked.
     
         “Sure.”
     
         He followed me up the stairs and into the room Kane and I shared. Once there, the uncomfortable silence returned.
     
         “I thought about…” I started at the same time as Micah said, “You said you wanted…”
     
         I giggled and Micah smiled. It was what we had needed to break the tension. I started