"Then count me in," Micah replied with a smile. "I'll be there." He was glad that she seemed as receptive to him as he felt to her. At least maybe he'd found someone with whom he could pass some of the time on this cruise and quit feeling like such a tool for taking the prize when he hadn't really cared and his coworkers had been so jealous of him for it.
Nodding at Rita with the same gentle smile in place, Micah gave her a small wave back. "Night, Sarita," he replied just before she turned on her heel and left. Finishing his drink, Micah called a thanks to the bartender before heading out, himself. Bed was calling. Loudly.