Chapter Sixty-Six
Michaela
Lincoln texted me when he got home.
A single photo of his shredded torso and a sheet over his lap.
I’ll think of you as I fall asleep.
I’ll think of you as I fall asleep“Is Mr. Hottie Drummer sexting you again?” Moira teased from the bathroom.
I needed to remember to silence my phone. “We don’t do that!”
“Uh-huh.”
“He wishes me goodnight.”
“Aww.” Her voice closer to the bedrooms. “So, how much trouble am I in?”
“You’re not…” I sighed.
She stopped in my doorway, brows high. “Why not?”
“Because it wasn’t a disaster. He arrived with food, we ate it, and I dropped Matthew off with Victor.”
She smiled. “Don’t look now, Mic, but you may have found the perfect man.”
I rolled my eyes.
“Seriously—he’s hot, he cooks, he’s not threatened by your kid, and amaz
