Chapter Forty-One
Michaela
January 3rd
Saturday. Last day in Williamsburg. I flew out tomorrow morning.
I woke before Lincoln again, naked, and put my pajamas on.
He slept through me taking boxes of souvenirs and keepsakes downstairs to wrap up. Guess enough orgasms were better than any sleeping pill. Abby would be here at nine (her hours were written on a chalk notes board in the kitchen) and I wanted this stuff ready to mail by then. Presents from Busch Gardens were in my suitcase, but everything else would be shipped home.
It gave me time to think about last night.
He kept surprising me. What man wanted a twenty-eight-year-old woman with my baggage? His acceptance—and willingness to slay my dragons even—was nice in the bubble of this quiet house, but could I trust it for real lif
