Nathan’s lips quirked upward into a grin. “Nope, and furthermore I’d never want to.”
They turned as Damon called for attention, Serena standing at his side, glowing like a beacon in the sun. Micah listened as his friend thanked everyone for coming and then announced that he and Serena were leaving for their honeymoon but that everyone was welcome to remain for as long as they liked.
Good food, good friends. The evening held a lot of promise, but Micah had a sudden urge to go home. Lately a feeling of restlessness had settled over him, a relentless sort of ache he was at a loss to describe. Or analyze.
He moved forward to congratulate Damon and Serena again and to bid them good-bye. Then he quietly made his rounds so that he could ease away from the party.
“I’m heading out,” he said when he reached Nathan and Julie, the last of his good-byes. “I’ll see you later.”
“Yeah, see you at work,” Nathan said.
As Micah started to walk away, he saw Nathan frown.
“Hey, wait a minute. What did you bet Julie anyway?”
Micah started laughing even as he kept on walking.
“Something I never had a prayer of collecting,” he called over his shoulder.