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Lexie
Go away.
Go away.
Go away.
I dug the heel of my hand into my skull, willing the image of Lincoln with his sleeves rolled up out of my head.
It didn’t work.
Nothing had.
I’d even taken a melatonin before bed, but it never kicked in. My mind worked overtime with the entire afternoon and evening’s events. Lincoln had left hours ago, but he’d invaded our space.
Eric had talked nonstop about him until we called it a night.
I had to shut that down.
What had he done that was so spectacular anyway? Eaten ice cream? Done some dishes? Big whoop.
Another flash of the way his forearms flexed as he dried an entire sink’s worth of dishes stabbed me in the brain. How was he tan anyway? It was April, for Pete’s sake.
At least he could’ve solved the mystery as to why he’d never had strawberry ice cream. Not that I cared. It probably wasn’t all that interesting.
I punched my pillow.
“Go away,” I grumbled into it.
We had a crazy full Monday ahead of us. I couldn’t afford the loss of even an hour of sleep, let alone an entire night. I’d be toast tomorrow and probably the rest of the week.
And it was all Lincoln’s fault.
I held the pillow over my face.
No. It was mine. I never should’ve stopped at the burnt Grey Paws. That was what led to this entire blasted day.
“Rise and shine, sis.”
Light floated in from the hallway when I turned my head at the sound of my sweet brother’s voice.
“Already?” I tossed the pillow away and tried to straighten out my attitude.
“We can’t start off Monday grumpy,” he sing-songed. “That sets the tone for the rest of the week.”
Argh. Why had I imparted those words of wisdom on him? I supposed so he could throw them back in my face now.
“What’s for breakfast?” I forced myself out of bed and stretched.
“Donuts,” he suggested hopefully.
This was where I was supposed to say no and suggest something nutritious and filling. But I hadn’t slept and stuffing my face in a box of donuts sounded like the perfect way to get me moving.
“I like it.” I high-fived him. “Now what color are we wearing today?”
“Fuchsia.” He switched on the bedside lamp and bolted to my closet. In seconds, he found what he was looking for. “You look pretty in this dress.”
My eyes stung at the compliment. No sleep didn’t help my emotions either. It was my brother’s sweet spirit and positive outlook no matter what that touched my soul. “Thanks, bow tie.”
