Chapter Sixteen
Lincoln woke to shuffles outside his bedroom door, a woman's voice whispering, smells he'd missed. He sat up, then stifled a groan. The painkillers always wore off through the night—a good thing, he supposed, a way to judge his improvement from the day before.
Kali. Theo. He rubbed his head, an attempt to rub away the hours he hadn't slept, and looked at the clock. Six twenty. He reached for his crutches and made his way to the door. Stopped. No more coming out in boxers. Lincoln pulled on sweat pants and a t-shirt then opened the door. Romper bounded out of the room.
Lincoln followed the dog. “Oh, hello.” Kali turned and leaned against the stove, looking like someone who'd been caught in the act. The act of what, though, making breakfast? “I'm sorry. We didn't mean to w
