Chapter Fifty-Five
Michaela
Lincoln paid, as he’d offered. We thanked him, though Moira’s was more enthusiastic.
Back in the car, he told her how to get to his apartment from here.
A ten minute drive. Guess the restaurant really was his local place.
“Where’s your car?” I asked. The green Charger wasn’t in the parking lot.
“It’s at Mikey’s.”
“Oh.”
He squeezed my shoulder. “Thanks for the concern. This neighborhood is alright, but not for leaving a classic unattended for a week. He’s dropping it off later.” We’d parked close to the stairs. He opened the car door. “Thank you for the ride, ladies. This was fun.”
“We’ll have to do it again some time,” Moira replied. I elbowed her.
He stood, then bent his body to pull his luggage off the backseat.
“Walk him to his door!” Mo whispered.
