Chapter Ten
Lincoln
Well, Linc, you got her to sit down with you. Now what?
As I followed Michaela east toward her chosen In ‘n’ Out, I pondered advice Pop once gave me—if you’re falling off a cliff, you may as well try to fly.
Big problems were solved in smaller steps, one by one.
Immediate evidence to the contrary, I wasn’t a jerk and would take no for an answer. But Michaela’s resistance wasn’t something she wanted to do. It was something she felt she had to do. Her words and her body were in obvious contradiction. If she got all she wanted last night, her pulse wouldn’t have raced, her cheeks wouldn’t have flushed, and her breathing wouldn’t have been shallow and rapid. Every rhythm was thrown out of whack.
wouldhadIf she’d been all Hey, buddy, whassup? I wouldn’t have pushed.
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