Page 27 of Trusting Her Bear

“Thank you.”

“Do you think it will end that way?” I ask quietly. Even though we haven’t been actively involved in each other’s lives for years, the thought of Micah not being on this earth saddens me.

He smiles softly. “Will you miss me?”

“Fuck off. You know I would.” I glare. “Are there signs?” Sometimes, the end will come on gradually, and sometimes, it hits fast and hard.

“No,” he says firmly. “I want to be prepared. How long can a man live?”

“A vampire can live a long fucking time,” I say dryly.

“Or maybe I said all of this so you will feel sorry for me.” He grins.

“Asshole,” I growl.

“We have that in common.”

“What do you have in common?” Bash asks, popping in the doorway.

“Son,” Micah yells, leaning back, his arms over the back of the chair.

“I wish you would stop calling me that.” Bash walks behind his chair, pushing Micah’s arms out of the way, and sits beside him. “Micah, why didn’t you call.”

“I wish a lot of things,” Micah says, with plenty of meaning behind the words. “I didn’t come to see you.” He lifts his brows as he looks at me.

“Really?” Bash looks between us. “I didn’t know you knew Quinn.”

“Shit,” I sigh.

“We are old friends,” Micah informs him.

“Old friends,” Bash repeats.

“He decided he’s going to claim the friendship now,” Micah continues to tell on me. “Should we throw a party?”

“I don’t like parties,” Bash says.

“I thought you softened up since having a mate,” Micah says.

“Not where parties are concerned.”

“Didn’t you go to one last night?” Micah asks, hooking his arm over the back of his chair and stretching his legs out.

Great, he’s getting comfortable.

“How do you know?” Bash glares.

“I know a lot of things.” Micah shrugs.

“Well, don’t,” Bash snaps.

“You know, you both could chat anywhere else but my office,” I say.

“Hopefully, Quinn’s mate will soften him,” Micah says.

“Probably not,” Bash muses.

“Are we done?” I ask.