Chapter Thirty-Eight
“Kali.”
She turned on the sidewalk, her hand inches from the back passenger door. Lincoln could almost hear the words coming out of him.
'Stay.'
Her brows would rise, then furrow. 'What?'
'Stay.' He'd shrug. 'It's comfortable. It's nice, this thing we've got going here.'
She'd cross her arms, probably adjust her satchel one more time. 'It's too far from work.' Or, 'This is a s**t neighbourhood.' Or, 'Are you kidding me? I've been counting the days until I could get away from you.'
He wouldn't know what to say then, to any of it. Maybe he'd tell her they could watch out for each other, or suggest how much money she'd save by paying only one-fifty a month or paying nothing. He didn't need her cash.
Lincoln took the last steps down the porch. “Watch out for yourse
