What's going on?
Lincoln:
She's got deliveries today, and her back's acting up.
Xander:
She's doing them by herself? Why??
Lincoln:
Because she's stubborn as a fucking mule.
Atlas:
Text Laurel. See if she can help.
Lincoln:
Run the bar??
Declan:
Pretty sure he means help Willa with deliveries, dipshit
Lincoln:
Genius move
Willa:
You want to tell me why tf Laurel showed up as soon as I pulled up to the bakery and started hauling shit like she’s being paid for it?
Lincoln:
Because she’s being paid for it.
Willa:
Wtf, jackass? Are you serious right now?
Lincoln:
Dead serious. That girl negotiates like a mob boss.
Willa:
I don’t have the cash flow to pay another employee! That’s the entire reason I’m in this nightmare marriage in the first place.
Lincoln:
Don’t worry about it, wife.
Willa:
Don’t worry about it? DON’T WORRY ABOUT IT? This is MY business.
Lincoln:
