Chapter Five
Michaela
A man charming me when I didn’t want to feel chemistry ever again.
The lit fireplace.
Adult eggnog.
Music and voices and people.
I needed air.
air“Is it hot in here?” I muttered, and headed for the open patio door.
Cold air hit my face the instant I got beyond the threshold and I sighed in relief.
Lincoln slipped out with me. His fingertips landed on the small of my back.
We moved away from the reception party.
He tilted his head to the sky, putting his perfect jawline in stark relief. “Pretty night.”
I looked up, too, and stumbled at a terrain change.
He caught me as I grasped onto the first solid thing near me.
Him.
HimHis hands were hot through my dress. The fabric of his dress shirt was fine, smooth, and soft. Expensive, no doubt. Don’t look, don’t
