Chapter Seventy
Michaela
Matty was brushing his teeth before bed when my phone pinged with a text message.
How’d it go?
Lincoln.
Smiling, I shook my head. He couldn’t help himself. Fine, I replied. His bedtime soon.
FineHis bedtime soonMoira had eaten with us, then disappeared to her room.
I planned to read once Matty was asleep on the sofa.
Cool and rainy reminds me of Virginia.
Cool and rainy reminds me of VirginiaBehave, I texted.
BehaveI can’t mention my home state without accusations of dirty thoughts? I’m hurt.
I can’t mention my home state without accusations of dirty thoughts? I’m hurtLOL
This is blanket and hot chocolate weather, though.
This is blanket and hot chocolate weather, thoughIf that’s what floats your boat tonight.
If that’s what floats your boat tonightHe
