Chapter Thirty-Two
Michaela
The phone in my pocket rang with Moira’s ringtone. “Hey, Mo.”
“Happy New Year! I remembered the clock this time.”
“Yep, it’s 12:02 here. What are you doing?” I paced away from Lincoln.
I couldn’t stay still on the phone unless I sat. Or lay down.
“Rick is here. He brought LOTR and Chinese food.”
I grinned. “Sounds fun.” And paused by the fireplace.
“Are you binge-ing popcorn alone?”
“No…”
She squealed.
“Hi, Moira,” he said, closer than he had been. I glared at him.
“Put him on!”
“No.”
No“Hi, Lincoln!” she yelled, and I thrust the phone far from my ear.
He plucked it out of my hand. “So nice to meet you finally,” he said to her.
“Give that back,” I growled, grabbing his arm.
Give that backIt didn’t budge.
“Yes, she’s flailing at me now,” he repl
