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I gripped her hip. “Have you so easily forgotten what calling me pal led to earlier?” It made me want to show her just how much of herpalI wasn’t. Pulling her into my bed seemed as good a start as any.
Her smile was saucy. “Nope. I was hoping for that reaction again.”
Chapter Nineteen
Lexie
“Let’sstop by the apartment. I need the special equipment to make ice cream.”
Because you’re assuming you’re staying at Lincoln’s again, Lexie?
It didn’t seem that far-fetched. He’d driven us around all day. I’d snuggled in the back of the van with Muffy and Millie while directing our route and sequence of deliveries.
Half day?I didn’t think so.
I’d never admit it to Lincoln, but I was tired. My head throbbed, and I’d give anything for a sleeping mask and his comfy bed.
I drummed the pencil on my clipboard. When I didn’t feel well, usually I craved my own bed. The thought of it wasn’t nearly as appealing.
Do you think after one night, you’re moving in?
No. I just . . . liked being in his space. With him.
I had no business rocket-shipping a relationship, but with him it was so natural, any other way seemed odd.
“Are you doing that tonight?” Lincoln asked.
Huh?Oh, the ice cream.
“We probably won’t have time after we make the batch of dog food. Maybe tomorrow though.” We could all use a big bowl of homemade ice cream.
Lincoln’s jaw set as he stared at the road ahead. Unlike when I’d tried to get him to turn over in the back of the van, he was careful with each maneuver.
“Did I say something that displeases you, sir?”
Lincoln had done more than support me the past few days. He’d lifted some of the weight I carried. Driving to the deliveries wasn’t always exactly stressful . . . but it was nice to kick back for a day.
The only problem was that I’d unloaded more responsibility on him when he needed a break more than I did.
He just didn’t realize it. And if I hadn’t hit my head and been forced to stop for a minute, I wouldn’t have seen that I did either.
“You should rest.”
Eric turned around in his seat. “Are you sick?”
Discreetly, I poked Lincoln in the back of the driver’s seat with my elbow.
“Nah. But hasn’t it been nice having a chauffeur?” It was a pitiful deflection, but necessary.
“Hey! We could hire Lincoln. He’s good with directions.”
I nearly choked. The sweetness of the sentiment tugged at my heart. Eric didn’t know we couldn’t afford to hire anyone else yet. Especially not Lincoln. He’d probably been making money all day, even though he hadn’t been to work.
“Hmmm. I’m not sure he’d pass the interview.”
“He can get better at peeling the carrots,” Eric defended.
I snorted. “This doesn’t have anything to do with the fact that he’ll stop and get donuts whenever you ask, does it?”
