Chapter Fifty-Three
Lincoln
There was a fine line between teasing a woman and pissing her off, but I loved riling Michaela up. Pushing her out of her comfort zone was sometimes the only way to get a real reaction. For her to reveal her feelings.
And Moira was a happy and willing co-conspirator.
Once we hit the 101East, I directed her to a good casual brunch restaurant. Michaela veered toward the ladies’ room as soon as we entered.
“Two?” a waitress asked, holding menus.
“Three,” Moira said. “Our friend is in the bathroom. We’ll wait.”
“Afraid she’ll escape if we’re not watching?” I teased.
The blonde nodded thoughtfully. “It’s possible.” Then she lowered her voice. “Here’s where I make the obligatory best friend threat on your life if you hurt her.”
I grinned. “If I hurt her like
