Chapter Eighteen
Kali tiptoed out of the room, one arm still wrapped around her middle. Lincoln brought his gaze back to his tea. He'd seen it again: Anger. Frustration. But also insecurity. Embarrassment. She seemed just as mixed up about this arrangement as he was. He wanted them gone, wanted to get back to his life, to work on his models any time he wanted, and not worry about it interrupting dinner or, God forbid, their sleep. He wanted to come and go as he pleased. But he'd miss it, happening upon her in unplanned moments, like this morning. Seeing her at ease, unaware, until he'd broken the moment with his greeting. He'd miss knowing, in some small way, that he wasn't alone.
But he was alone. He always would be alone. It was what he wanted, what was best.
Lincoln finished his tea,
