Micah couldn't believe who was standing in front of her. It was Rick. His hair was dishevelled, his eyes slightly red, and he was shirtless. He held half a bottle of tequila in one hand.
This was not the Rick she was used to seeing with the perfect hair, and a business suit and tie. Micah couldn't tear her eyes away from him.
He was all ripped with six pack abs, and toned arms. He wore fitted blue jeans, and construction boots. He had that sexy V cut that disappeared into the waist of his low riders. With a hair line that dared Micah's eyes to follow down into the same place. The tattoo on his forearm was of an anchor, there were words written on it in latin.
And he was standing not more than a few yards away from her in David's living room, of all places. She knew they were friends bu
