CHAPTER 44
Lincoln wasn’t exactly sure if Grace was interested in doing remodeling work or if she was just enjoying learning how the other half, or other 99%, of the world lived, but he didn’t really care. When she was around the air felt lighter and he liked it. If she wanted to roll up her sleeves and do a little work, far be it from him to refuse.
He did insist that they get some sleep since they were going to get up early and paint. Despite the strangeness of their cohabitation, going to bed wasn’t too awkward. His bed, the one they made together, was obviously set up for her and he crashed on the hammock again, chuckling himself to sleep at the memory of her confusion over trying to put on a fitted sheet.
“You ready?” he asked when she joined him in the kitchen the next morning, a
