Before he can answer, Micah struts into the living room, wearing a three-piece suit. I suppress an eye roll. “What’s up, fuckface?” he greets, flopping down on the couch. “Where’s Les?”
I raise an eyebrow at the name he hasn’t called me since I outgrew him. “With Gage and Leo.”
“When will she be back?”
“You know Micah, there is this cool invention called a f*****g cell phone. Message her,” I say, then flip him the middle finger. Holden laughs but tries to smother it when Micah narrows his eyes at him.
“Don’t encourage him,” Micah says, pointing at Holden. “You could just answer the f*****g question, dickhead.”
I shrug. “What’s the fun in that?” I didn’t suddenly forget he threatened to murder my ass.
He stands up with a huff, jerking his suit jacket to button it. “Tell her to call me
