Micah returned to the Ramsy estate with quick, restless strides. He didn't waste a second before heading upstairs. The day's dust and sweat clung to his skin, and tonight he needed to play a role, one that required nothing less than perfection.
He slipped into the shower, trying hard not to think about someone stranded somewhere. After drying off, he stepped into his walk-in closet, where rows of neatly arranged suits waited like soldiers ready for inspection. His hand hovered briefly over lighter shades before he dismissed them. No. He needed something darker, sharper, something that radiated arrogance. He chose a tailored black suit, the jacket cut to highlight his lean frame and broad shoulders. The trousers were slim, pressed to his ankles.
