Chapter Seventy-Seven
Michaela
Despite our sexy escapades, I woke early, and started on breakfast.
Lincoln only roused when I set the tray on the bed. “Hey.”
“Good morning.”
His emerald eyes were still heavy-lidded with sleep, his hair a tousled mess.
“Smells good.”
“Just eggs and bacon.” I’d piled food on my largest plate and brought two forks.
“If my girlfriend is bringing me breakfast in bed, it’s excellent.”
I leaned over and kissed him. “I want to call after we eat.”
“I wondered how late you’d sleep.”
“You know me well.” Another kiss, then I scooped up a bite and offered it to him.
The domestic moment felt incredibly right. I reminded myself this was only a weekend.
I still had to figure out how to integrate the two men in my life. Matty knew Lincoln was my good friend an
