Chapter Twenty-One
Michaela
“Hey, sweetheart.”
Hey, sweetheart.”A hand on my knee. Opening my eyes, I sat up straight.
Lincoln’s rental car. Lincoln. Harry’s house.
“I’m awake.”
His grin was indulgent. “Are you hungry?”
“Um.” I rubbed one eye that felt a little crusty. “I guess.”
“Great, let’s get inside.”
The temp had dropped into the thirties, so I was happy to dart from the warm car to the warm house. I unlocked the door and he was soon behind me with all the bags.
“Kitchen,” he said.
I hung my jacket on the rack and went left. He put the bags on the island, then dug out two boxes and went to the microwave. “Are you about to nuke souvenirs?”
“Ha! No.” He removed the lid from one and put it in the appliance.
Seconds passed, then I smelled turkey and stuffing. “Did I sleep th
