After they fixed the tires, I rode back with Micah. Damien didn't argue so I guess he felt as uncomfortable as I did.

After a few minutes, Micah's suppressed smile broke into a full-fledged grin.

"So what exactly did I drive up on?" he asked.

"I don't know," I groaned, "one minute I was pulling glass out of his back and the next minute, well, you saw."

Micah looked entirely too pleased about what he had seen, "I wondered how long it would take the two of you. I figured Dame would be the slow one."

I gasped in shock horror, "Are you suggesting I'm easy?"

"No, just that Damien doesn't trust himself as much as you do," he said.

I sighed, "Well, I've just managed to complicate one friendship. Wanna make out so I can make it two by the end of the evening?"

Micah laughed, "I don't think you complicated it anymore than it already was complicated. As for making out with you, I'd take you up on it except for these pesky seatbelts."

I finally laughed. The whole situation was rather ridiculous.

"Besides," Micah continued, "I didn't see him trying to throw you off of him."

That was true. I could still feel his hands around my waist and felt myself blushing again.

"Did you find anything there or was your entire time preoccupied with extra curricular activities," he asked.

I glared at him even though I knew he couldn't see me in the dark.

"For your information, I found duct tape melted to the door," I said.

"So someone kept the door open and the fires were starting from the inside," Micah said pensively.

"Which means it was a congregate," I answered.

"Who would want to burn down their own church?" Micah put in.

"Not their own church; churches," I said, " they've burned down three."

"Tell Damien you need to question the members on who would have been at each church on Sundays, though I figure he would have thought of that already unless your little encounter with him fried his brain cells," Micah said as he pulled up at the dorm.

I shot him another dirty look.

"I don't think I kiss that well," I said sarcastically.

"I think Dame is going to have to be the judge of that," Micah said wickedly then darted out of the way as I swatted at him.