Chapter Eighteen
Michaela
December 30th
Upon the third ring, it was obvious no one else was going to answer the door. With a groan, I rolled out of bed, slipped my robe on, and ran down the stairs.
“I’m coming! Hold your horses!” I yelled.
My bare feet almost slid out from under me on the freshly-cleaned floor, causing me to collide with the door as I reached for the knob.
Cursing, I twisted the deadbolt and flung open the door.
“Hey, cutie,” Lincoln greeted me, smiling broadly. His finger had paused in mid-air over the button just as the door opened.
I immediately scowled, crossing my arms over my chest. “What the hell do you want at eight o’clock in the morning?”
in the morning?“Cinnamon roll?” he offered, holding the bag up. “Still warm. Do you drink coffee?” He breezed by me,
