Chapter Twenty-Three
Michaela
He bent down again and softly kissed my lips. “I promise. ‘Night, sweetheart.”
“Goodnight, Lincoln.”
He flicked the light switch as he left, closing my door. The bathroom was still lit, but that wouldn’t keep me awake now. Eventually, I’d brush my teeth.
At the moment, I enjoyed the languid liquidity of endorphins.
If I woke in a couple hours, it’d still be early enough on the West Coast to text Mo.
….
Or her to text me.
I looked at the alarm clock after a chime from my phone. 12:00.
12:00Bleary-eyed, I tapped into the message app.
How are you in a photo frame with Lincoln Adams?
Huh?
A photo came next. Someone took a shot of him looking at a merch booth and the side of my face was visible farther down from him. Mo was the only person who would re
