Micah froze on the staircase, his hand gripping the polished railing a little too tightly. The blood rushed to his face as three pairs of eyes turned up toward him. Clyde's niece and nephews. He assumed they would stay at that condo tonight… never thought he might run into them here. His throat felt dry, his posture caught halfway between going down or retreating up, like some cornered animal unsure which way offered the safer escape.
How could he downplay this? Say what? I was just visiting? Who would buy that?
Ah… they already hate him. Now, being caught like this, looking… cozy..… shit, their impression of him would sink even lower. If that was even possible.
Then Emile opened his mouth and let out nonsense. "Did we come at a bad time?"
Micah screamed in his head. Bad time? What was he implying? Don't make it sound like he was doing something indecent with his uncle! This little demon!
