“A lot more?” he asked.
“It’s new.”
“The two things are not mutually exclusive.”
He was right. And why was I worried about telling him the truth anyway? That was the reason I’d wanted to see him in the first place. I wanted to talk about Riggs, and Lincoln was probably one of the only people in my life I could do that with.
“A lot more,” I said. “I told him I loved him.”
Lincoln’s mouth quirked up into a smile, and one brow lifted toward his hairline. “How did that go?”
“He said it back.”
“You’re telling me the youngest Covington is in love?” He made a little heart shape with his hands, then clinked the rim of his cocktail glass against mine for a second time. “You deserve it”
“That’s probably debatable,” I muttered. “I haven’t even done anything.”
“You don’t have to do anything to deserve love,” he said, frowning at me. “I learned that from your brother.”
I sucked in a breath that shook a little bit more than I would have liked, but I nodded my agreement.
“You know I want to meet him.”
“He wants to meet you.”
That seemed to surprise Lincoln. “Does he know about us?”
“Yeah.”
“You told him?”
I scrunched up my nose. “Of course I told him.”
Lincoln worried his lower lip with the tip of his tongue, thinking about his reply, I imagined.
“So it’s serious.”
“I told you I love him.”
“The two aren’t mutually inclusive,” he said again, flinging his earlier comment back at me for a second time.
“But yes. I think it’s probably best he meets you.”
Lincoln leaned back in his chair and stretched out his legs, kicking me. “Do you want me to bring Silas?”
“Why would you bring Silas?”
“So he can sing your boy’s praises to Marshall before it’s time to meet the brothers.”
I groaned, dropping my head into my hands. “It’s probably not the worst idea. But he has met Finn.”
“What?” Lincoln looked like he’d seen a ghost.
“On accident. I was meeting his best friend, and Finn just happened to be at the restaurant.”
“Wait, wait, wait.” Lincoln slapped his hand down on the table and gave me a look feigning hurt, even though the furrow between his brows led me to believe there might be some real emotion behind the scenes. “You’ve already met his friends?”
“I met one of them.”
