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He groaned as my tongue collided with his. That noise made me feel powerful as it vibrated through me. I could make Lincoln Hollingsworthneed.
And while falling in love with him was frightening, it wasn’t so bad. Because every breath he took proved that he needed me as much as I did him.
When we came up for air, I was dazed. His chest rose and fell in a pronounced rhythm. He kissed the top of my head.
And as I slowly became more aware of our surroundings, I realized we were alone.
“When do you have a day off?”
I shook my head a few times to digest his question. “Sunday we only have a few deliveries.”
Lines on his forehead creased, though I had no idea why my answer frustrated him.
“We’ll pack up your apartment on Sunday then.”
I drew a circle on his chest as I stared at it. “Are you sure you want to do this?” Insecurity raced through me. What if he’d spoken the words without thinking them through? I wanted to take this step, but not if he had doubts.
He lifted my chin, bringing my view to one I’d never grow tired of.
“I’ve never been more certain of anything.”
A giddiness raced through me, confirming I felt the same. “And you don’t mind if Eric takes over your office?” That was his space and we were invading it with a vengeance.
“He can have any room he wishes.”
If I hadn’t known it before, I would have in that moment. Lincoln was the partner for me because he respected my brother.
I kissed his cheek again. “Thank you.” I laced my fingers with his. “We should go upstairs before everyone starts to worry.”
“I believe they’re well aware where we are.” He held me tighter. “And I don’t give a damn about food right now.”
My stomach dipped. “Oh no?”
“No.”
I froze. “Teague called me your girlfriend.” The realization that I hadn’t even been jolted by the word was almost more staggering than the title itself. Because it had been natural.
“You’re so much more than that.”
I swayed. No one other than Eric had ever appreciated me. Lincoln didn’t have to say the words. I saw it in his dark eyes just how much he cared.
“I like your version of romance too,” I whispered.
He cupped my face. “Not romance. Truth.”
And as he held my hand to go meet our family for dinner, a familiar face peering in the windows evaporated my joy in an instant.
The sneer sent a shudder through me along with a bolt of fear.
Because my father wasn’t alone. Standing next to him was our worst nightmare come to life.
My mother was out of prison.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Lincoln
“You’re trembling.”
