Chapter Fifteen
Michaela
“Harry Blackwell is your uncle?”
Was.
WasLincoln had blurted out his question almost at the same time as mine.
“Do you two know each other?” Abby asked. Her gaze bounced between us.
I’d never asked for her last name. Uncle Harry called her Abby, so I did, too. With mother and son in the same room, I saw the resemblance. OMG.
OMG“Michaela sang at my friend’s wedding on Christmas,” Lincoln said to her, but his eyes were on me. Two green laser beams of intensity.
Guess a few days hadn’t lessened his feelings about me, whatever they were today.
Abby smiled, though. “What a small world! Lincoln, you should show Michaela around town while she’s here, keep her mind off the…you know.”
you knowHis attention moved to her. “Mom, I’m sure Michaela has plenty on her p
