Chapter Eleven
Michaela
Lincoln Adams was definitely dangerous to my life structure. Going home with a practical stranger? Crying in the middle of In ‘n’ Out? Going home with him again?
In ‘n’ Out?again?I didn’t want to like how he looked.
I didn’t want to like what he said.
I didn’t want to like how he made me feel.
I didn’t want to like him.
himBut he cracked my reserve, chipping away at walls I’d built for ten years and thought were impenetrable. I wanted to hate him for saying Jonny wouldn’t want me to stay alone.
He’d be right if it was only about finding love again.
But being a widow was only the tip of the iceberg.
Could I approach the middle?
Could I enjoy Lincoln without getting too deep?
I might be able to have casual fun, but he clearly hinted at wanting more, and if
