Chapter Sixteen
Linc stood in the middle of the hen house. He looked around. He couldn't remember what he was doing here. All he could remember was the feel of Scout's fingers rubbing against his temples. The soothing scent of her breath hitting his skin. The oblivion that took him when he claimed her mouth for his own.
Babies. She'd spoken of babies. That thought stuck in his head.
Could he be a father? What if he messed up a simple process like changing a diaper? What if one day he forgot some important detail about his child?
But that was his fear talking. His heart was beating loudly in his ears. His heart wanted to make a baby with Scout. His heart wanted to make a life with Scout.
She was his new mission in life, his sole purpose. That thought, he could keep straight. But no oth
