Page 79 of Sweet Spot
The guy on the phone asks Lincoln a question, and he raises his head to respond. I nuzzle into him again, fully prepared to continue my seduction as soon as he’s off the phone, but I must fall asleep because, the next thing I know, I’m being carried through the dark apartment to his room.
“What time is it?” My voice is raspy.
“After one in the morning.”
“You let me sleep on you that long?”
He chuckles. “I was on the phone for most of it, but yeah. I could get used to working with an adorable sleeping woman on my lap, even if it makes simple things like using a keyboard a challenge. I love a good challenge.” He kisses my forehead. “I’ll be back in a bit. I just need to reply to a few emails.”
Sleep drags me back under before I can protest, and when I wake again, he’s wrapped around me and his breathing is a deep, even rhythm that lulls me back to unconsciousness.
The next morning, Lincoln wakes me holding a banana and a glass of water. He places them on the bedside table. “Rise and shine, gorgeous.”
“Come back to bed.” I reach out and take his hand and try to tug him down beside me. He doesn’t budge.
“Can’t. I need to stop by Gram’s before we head to the course.”
“Everything okay?”
“Yeah, she’s just being stubborn and threatening to climb a ladder and pull down her boxes of Easter decorations on her own.” He uses my hand to pull me upright. “It won’t take long. Hopefully.”
Truth be told, I don’t mind at all. I adore his grandmother.
We’ve barely walked in the door when Milly pulls me against her soft, pillowy chest. “Keira, it’s so good to see you again, dear.” She smells of flowers and hairspray, and her embrace is so warm and loving that I instantly feel at ease around her.
She shows Lincoln and me to the garage and points to the boxes that contain Easter and spring decorations and then announces her plan to make us breakfast.
“We already ate, Gram.”
She waves him off and disappears inside.
“That woman.” Lincoln shakes his head. He grabs a ladder and moves boxes from the shelving along one side of the garage.
“She’s amazing.”
“I think she’s a fan of yours as well.”
“I think she’d be a fan of any woman you brought around.”
“Humph.”
“Still no more blind dates?”
“Not yet.” He hands me a box labeled “Spring Wreaths.”
I take it inside to the living room and return to the garage to find he’s pulled four more boxes with varying season-related labels: Easter Bunnies. Easter Plates. Spring Outdoor Decorations. Easter Baskets.
We take them all inside to the living room and then Gram calls us into the kitchen, filling our plates with eggs, turkey bacon, and toast before setting a bowl of fruit between us.
“Thank you.”
She smiles lovingly between us. “Lincoln tells me you’re doing the sectional qualifier.”
“I am.” I swallow a bite of eggs, but the reminder of the qualifier has my food settling like a brick in my stomach.
Lincoln lightly nudges my shoe with his under the table. “She’s gonna do great.”
His confidence in me helps a little, and I take a few more forkfuls of egg and a nibble of toast before I politely push it away. “That was delicious, but my stomach is too tied up in knots for me to eat another bite. I’m sorry.”
