Chapter Seventeen
Kali stood outside the apartment door. It was her seventh night with Lincoln. One whole week.
She had run out to buy some groceries for their dinner, for the first time leaving Theo at home with the man. Since tonight was Lincoln's last doctor ordered night off his ankle, her plan was to make something special. Tomorrow morning he could try walking—crutches free. After that, he said, they'd split the cooking.
Despite his protests, she'd made breakfast every morning. Dinner every night. And lunches the two days they'd all been home together. She was as helpful as she could be, as unassuming as possible, and hid her anger through it all. Anger that she needed to be in his apartment. Anger that she felt like an intruder—that he made her feel like an intruder.
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