CHAPTER 47
“Stupid, stupid, stupid,” Lincoln repeated the word over and over as he drove back up the winding road leading home. He hit his palm on the steering wheel of his buggy and said it again, “Stupid. That’s all you are. What did you expect?”
Yelling at himself as he drove didn’t fix anything, but he had to vent somehow. He didn’t know for sure if his heart was shattered, but his ego definitely had taken a blow.
The sight of Grace gazing longingly into that Hollywood heartthrob’s eyes had wrenched his gut and he hadn’t been able to turn away. He had stood in silent agony, watching as they kissed over and over again, take after take, until he had managed to mumble an excuse to Grace’s producer and escape.
Trying to push the memory physically out, he ground the palm of his left han
