Chapter Fifty-Four
Michaela
Let’s get this meal over with as quick as possible.
Let’s get this meal over with as quick as possibleDid I feel outnumbered? Yup.
Why couldn’t Lincoln say goodbye at the airport and go his merry way?
Mo would’ve grilled me on the ride home, but I expected it. Prepared for it.
This, though? Sitting at a booth with the two of them? Just kill me.
I felt fourteen again and not in the good way.
It was a bit of déjà vu, actually, to that In ‘n’ Out trip. Eating and trying to not talk.
Since I started the day with French toast, I ordered an omelet.
“Did they feed you on the plane?” Mo asked both of us.
“Hardly,” Lincoln replied. “Croissant, a few berries, and a cup of juice.”
“Or coffee.”
“Bitter coffee. How hard is it to follow the instructions on the ba
