Cleo’s cheeks burned in the dim light as Linc turned to leave.
“And Linc?”
Linc paused. “Yeah?”
“You know Morrison will kill you if you hurt her, right?”
“Will can stand easy, I won’t hurt her.” Linc squeezed her fingers still-wrapped in his, he might as well have held her heart with his bare hand.
“I meant theotherMorrison.”
Cleo bit back a giggle. “He’s not wrong. Molly iswayscarier than Will. Shit! Molly!” Cleo reached into her pocket and slipped out her phone.
Russ pointed at the phone. “Yeah, you better tell her where you’re going, or she’ll torture everyone in here until she gets a location of your whereabouts.”
She followed Linc outside, pausing next to his bike. Her brows pinched in confusion.
“I didn’t drink anything.” He handed her a helmet. “Did you message Molly?”
She shook her head, unlocking her phone.
Cleo: Cupcake.
“Cupcake?”
She gasped. He was staring at her screen, eyebrow raised in question.
“I’ll explain later.”
Her phone pinged right away.
Molly: I FUCKING TOLD YOU SO.
Molly: If you’re going home, leave a sock on the door so I don’t come home and try to be the big spoon on Lincoln’s nekkid ass.
Lincoln cleared his throat. “She knew from one word who you were with and what you were doing? That’s some next level girl talk right there.”
She laughed, tucked her phone away and climbed onto the bike. Linc stretched his arms back and pulled her toward him just like the first time. She wrapped her arms around his waist, rested the side of her head on his back and smiled.
Lincoln fucking Scott. Who’d have guessed?
Chapter 16
Cleo
“Did you freak out on the bike ride?” He reached out to take the helmet from her.
“It wasn’t as bad as last time.” She handed it to him and stepped back from the bike, waiting for him to dismount.
“I didn’t mean about the ride itself.”
She cast her eyes to the ground, shrugging.
“I figured that might happen.” He swung his leg over the bike and turned to face her, still leaning against the seat. He picked her hand up from her side, threaded his fingers through hers, then pulled. His hands rested low on her back, just above the swell of her butt.
“Cleo?”
She focused her eyes on his lips. Maybe he wouldn’t notice she couldn’t bring herself to meet his stare. Anxiety stabbed in her stomach and fear crept along her spine. Lincoln Scott, jock and popular guy, had his hands on her body.
