“Oh, hell no, we can handle that.”
“Listen to you. One night with Carlos and you’re trying to ride out on her.”
“I have nice hands, Sophie, don’t get it confused.”
“Nice manicured hands, laced with diamonds,” I said with a grin.
“True, and she’s not worth breaking a nail over. Besides, I have Carlos and he’s everything.”
“Everything, huh? And just what did you do after you left?” I asked with a smug grin.
“I don’t kiss and tell.”
“Maddie!” I yelled through a smile.
“Calm your nerves. We just went for drinks, talked, then he took me home. He kissed me like the world was about to end though, I got a preview of what’s to come and you were right. Birds of a feather.”
“See, I told you,” I said and smiled. “So you’ll see him again?”
“Hopefully. He called me when he got home and we talked. I haven’t heard from him today, but he better call.”
“Maybe he’s with Trooper,” I said with a shrug.
“Maybe, but I’ll find out later. I want to live on the edge like you. Trooper has brought out a side of you I haven’t seen before.”
“I guess.”
“No guess, Sophie. You’re falling for him.”
“He better be falling for me too,” I said and rolled my eyes.
“He is, I can tell, and you can too.”
“Let us pray,” I teased, then laughed.
After my brunch with Maddie, I called to check on my mother again and she didn’t answer. I planned to drop by soon and see her. Last night still didn’t sit well with me. Someone needed to come clean, and if not Trooper, then my parents.
When I entered the lobby of my building, I was greeted by a smiling Anthony.
“Hello, Sophie. I was instructed to let you know Mr. Olsen is here waiting for you.”
I rolled my eyes at the idea of Lincoln being here. I wasn’t in the mood for him. He would have a lot to say about me being with Trooper last night. Lincoln kept his distance, which I assumed had to do with Trooper giving off an intimidating vibe. Lincoln was a beast in the business world, but not with anything else.
“Where is he?” I questioned and looked around.
“Starbucks,” Anthony said with a slight frown.
“Thank you.”
I headed toward the mini Starbucks and found Lincoln sitting with an espresso shot in front of him.
“What are you doing here?” I asked, peering at him.
“I’m here to see you, beautiful.” He smiled. “Sit down. Let’s talk because I’m sure you won’t invite me up.”
“You’re right, I won’t, and I’ll stand.”
Lincoln smirked and pressed his finger onto the folder in front of him before sliding it in my direction. My eyes moved toward it for a moment before I looked his way again.
