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“He’s awesome,” Eric said while we waited.

“You think?”

He nodded. “I told you he’d text us.”

“He didn’t text,” I corrected gently, leaning my head back.

“In person is better.”

More wisdom that I agreed with in general. Lincoln might be an exception since I seemed to go haywire around him.

I could think of a couple of others where in-person was definitely not better.

“Let me see your phone. I want to check the weather.”

I fished it from my pocket. “You can’t leave me to become a TV weatherman.”

“I won’t.”

I released the device when he made the promise.

“Lexie. You have twenty-seven missed calls.” He thrust the screen close to my face.

Reluctantly, I glanced at the bubble notification with indeed, twenty-seven missed calls.

“Someone really wants some dog food. I’ll call them back.”

“Eric. No!”

He’d pressed the call button before I could swipe the phone away. The tentacles of stress and fear wound around my throat and squeezed.

“Eric, please give me the phone.” I prayed someone else had called and that was who would pick up. But I knew better than that.

Don’t answer. Don’t answer.

“Baby doll?” Eric’s brow furrowed. “You have the wrong number, mister.” He stabbed the end button.

I sagged in my seat. Thank goodness he hadn’t recognized the voice.

“This should curb your appetite.”

I screamed and put my hand over my already racing heart.

Lincoln offered two large stainless-steel tumblers as if he hadn’t just scared the bejesus out of me.

“What’s that?” Eric looked uncertain.

“A smoothie. Try it.”

Slowly, I turned my head to Lincoln. “A smoothie?”

This was a man’s man. I was surprised smoothie was in his vocabulary, let alone he’d think to bring one to “curb our appetite.”

“Beau seems to believe they work wonders. I can’t be held responsible for what’s in it.”

I gaped. He’d just whipped up a smoothie like a magician. Or he’d transported Beau with technology none of the rest of us had.

“You taste it first. Both of them.”

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