Chapter Twenty
Lincoln
With Michaela focused on the tree, I slipped away to use a little celebrity influence in Festhaus and get us a couple turkey dinners to go. By the time we returned to the mansion, she’d be hungry again, but no guarantee of still wanting my company to eat it.
The minutes apart gave me time alone to consider her offer—a Williamsburg version of what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. I flew back to L.A. Sunday. Were four more days with her enough? Would I have the will to really walk away once we were home?
what happens in Vegas stays in VegasMy intentions started honorably. I was going to do my best to honor her wishes of remaining platonic. With Harry just dying, I thought I could help keep her spirits up, be a friendly face and a sympathetic ear. If a little flirti
