Chapter 27
Rhett’s POV
The house was too quiet when I stepped inside.
I kicked the door shut behind me, still holding the grocery bag in one arm, my phone pressed to my ear.
Micah’s voice filtered through the line, the usual chatter about his work schedule, and the endless checklist of things I didn’t give a damn about.
I knew he was lying. Micah Cole worked for my father.
“Yeah,” I muttered, my eyes already scanning the living room. “I’ve got it covered. Don’t worry.”
Micah sighed on the other end. “I just–look, man, I'll keep appreciating the fact that you're staying with her. But–”
“I said I’ve got it,” I cut in sharply. “Focus on whatever the hell you're doing.”
There was a pause. Then, “Alright. I’ll check in again tomorrow.”
“Sure.” I didn’t wait for him to finish before
