The man raised a well-kept blond eyebrow before nodding. His glass was empty. Micah took the seat across from him before setting down the fresh offering in front of his new comrade.
The man seemed amused. He studied Micah with a small smirk pulling at the corner of his lips. “Do I know you?”
“You’ve been staring at me. I was going to ask you the same question.”
There was that flush again. It colored the man’s cheeks a pleasant shade of pink. Micah took a swig from his glass to hide the grin that had settled over his face.
“Yes, I apologize. You just…looked familiar to me.”
“Did I?” It was Micah’s turn to cock a brow. “What about now? Up close? Do I still look familiar?” He leaned in to give the man a better view.
“No, I…I must have been mistaken. If we had met before, I think I would remember.” His voice was deep, masculine. Micah liked the sound of it.
“Then perhaps you were staring for another reason,” Micah said, drinking in the sight of the nervous man in front of him. “What’s your name?”
The man hesitated. Micah watched him over the rim of his glass, unrelenting.
“I’m Eden,” the man finally admitted, and Micah allowed himself another long and lingering look. Eden. The name suited him. He looked like heaven.
“Eden, huh? That’s an unusual name. For a man.”
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