She huffed and strolled toward the back door. “Then we’re doomed because that’s never going to happen, jackass.”
CHAPTER FIVE
LINCOLN
Group text with Atlas, Xander, Declan, and Lincoln
11:14 a.m.
Lincoln:
Need someone to take my shift tomorrow.
Atlas:
No.
Declan:
On a Friday? Hard pass
Xander:
Try again.
Lincoln:
Rude.
What happened to loyalty?
To brotherly love?
To not being total dicks?
Xander:
What’s so important you need the night off?
Lincoln:
Glad you asked.
I’ve been called upon for a highly classified mission.
There’s a woman involved. And a lot of honey. And possibly a goat.
Can’t say more. National security. You understand.
Atlas:
You’re not even trying to make this shit believable.
Lincoln:
Fine. I’ll level with you.
Mabel roped me into helping her. I have to escort her and George to a couples pole dancing class. Don’t ask for details.
