Chapter Five
"Lincoln Rawlings, ma'am."
It was just three words, but Scout heard the lazy Southern drawl in them. The sound sent a shiver across her shoulder blades. The tall, broad soldier dipped his head, more like a Victorian gentleman would've done in a ballroom upon meeting a young debutant.
Scout was no such flowery miss. So she wasn't sure why her hand raised, knuckles up, as though she were expecting a kiss, instead of palm out, as though she was expecting a quick handshake.
"Scout Silver," she announced, leaving her hand the way it was and waiting in breathless anticipation to see what he would do with her offering.
Lincoln Rawlings didn't disappoint. He took her fingers in his. He didn't lift her hand and bring her knuckles to his lips for a light kiss. Nor did he turn her p
