Chapter Forty-Five
Lincoln
The woman I’m falling for.
The woman I’m falling forAs I debated whether to reply with a silly quip or a serious answer, Mom reappeared.
“I was thinking we should host Michaela for supper.”
Now? “Mom, you’re welcome to cook again, but—”
Now?“We can’t have an honored guest in town for a week without inviting them home, Lincoln.”
My eyes widened. Nothing could scare my girl off like a family meal.
Michaela turned to her with a smile. “That’s so sweet, Abby, but—”
“Michaela, dear, if you’re going to refuse, you better have a good excuse.” Like any good Southern woman, my mother knew how to use hospitality as a lever.
She looked to me. “I guess we’re eating at your parents’ house tonight.”
Joy. This was no casual, impromptu, hey-I’ll-cook get-together. Mom
