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FALLING IN LOVE WHEN YOU'RE TEXTING 29- Lincoln
“You’re sure she’s coming?” Mom asked me for the thousandth time, looking anxiously around as guests began arriving for the event she’d just decided would be called “Friday Fling.” There were people milling around outside the winery, a band set up on a low stage at the edge of the parking lot, and food trucks lining the drive. It was warm and the sun was just beginning its sweep down the western sky.I’d known Hannah only a few days, but she didn’t seem like the type who would say she’d be somewhere and then not come. “I’m sure.”Mom went back to fussing with the centerpiece on one of the long picnic tables, and just as I leaned in to help her, a sound like a shot rang out through the air. A few people nearby screamed, and without meaning to do it, I’d leapt over the table and pressed my mother to the ground, evidently planning to take a bullet for her if necessary.“Lincoln, get off!” Mom complained, pushing me off of her as we both realized it hadn’t been a gunshot, but a car backfi
FALLING IN LOVE WHEN YOU'RE TEXTING 30- Hannah
Oh, no. My brain was screaming “abort,” but my body kept swaying to the music, inching ever closer to Lincoln like a moth to Aunt Betty’s old closet. Lincoln’s mom was so sweet and even if I felt she was a little over involved in her son’s lives, I guessed being recently widowed could do that to a person. But Pam’s over involvement was not to blame for me grabbing Lincoln and dragging him on to the makeshift dance floor. Some long- buried hormones were responsible for that wrong move, and I’d be having a stern talking to with them later tonight.Conversation between us died as we swayed on the edges of the dance floor, but maybe it was because our bodies were doing all the communicating. Unlike some of our conversations, absolutely none of this dance was awkward. And for a guy who didn’t want to dance, he sure stayed out there a long time. Other than breaks for food and conversation he couldn’t get out of, Lincoln kept us out on the dance floor. The band was winding down by the time I
FALLING IN LOVE WHEN YOU'RE TEXTING 31- Lincoln
My mind does its best work when I’ve spent a couple hours pushing my body through hard labor. Whether it's hauling boxes in the warehouse or— my preference—putting in time under the sun along the endless marching rows of a vineyard, something about the physical activity helps my mind calm a bit.I’d found that same kind of mental peace in the gym or through running. I wasn’t a guy who had a calm, quiet mind naturally. I’d actually tried meditation at one point in college when I was struggling with focusing for classes, but what I’d found was that the hamsters constantly turning those mental wheels only slept if they were completely worn out.So when Mom called after I’d spent a few long sweaty hours in the vineyard working with Hannah, I’d accepted her dinner reservation as I imagined most normal guys who were interested in impressing a woman might.But as I showered and dressed back at my house, recovering both physically and mentally from the day’s exertion, the hamsters got back to
FALLING IN LOVE WHEN YOU'RE TEXTING 32- Hannah
Why, oh why did the normally awkward and frustrated with general conversation Lincoln have to look so dang good dressed up? He looked like some sort of GQ cover model who’d come to sweep me off my feet with his perfectly tousled hair, square jaw, and smoking finger. Okay, the finger was my fault. Or technically Aunt Betty’s for never fixing the doorbell, but Lincoln’s overall presentation was smoking hot, which meant I was officially screwed for tonight. How could I be expected to remember he was only my fake boyfriend when he told me I was beautiful right before nearly slamming the door in my face yet again?“Hannah?”Lincoln’s voice jolted me from my thoughts. I was trying to remember some jokes from when I used to babysit in high school for extra cash, but so far all I had was “knock-knock.” I couldn’t remember the rest, which was truly sad since there were like a million knock-knock jokes to choose from.“Sorry, what?”He twisted the side of his lips up, probably amused that it wa
FALLING IN LOVE WHEN YOU'RE TEXTING 33- Lincoln
The server gave me a very irritated look when I asked if we might take our food to go and informed me that when you make a reservation, the expectation is that you will stay and eat. It occurred to me as she walked away, her back so straight I was a little worried for her spine, that if we took our rather expensive meal to go, she wouldn’t get a tip for serving us.I mean, of course, I would tip her. But she didn’t know that. So far, our table had shown all the signs of big trouble, which every restaurant server dreads, I’m sure. The table was flooded, we’d made out like teenagers, and now one person had left the table to hide in the bathroom.Hannah returned a few minutes later, and I’d done my best to pep talk myself into the ability to vocalize actual words once again.“Hi,” I said, looking up at her. She stood beside where I sat, her hair waved over one shoulder and her eyes shining with expectation.“Ready?” she asked. “Oh, we probably need to wait for the food, right?” She grinn
FALLING IN LOVE WHEN YOU'RE TEXTING 33.1
My insides warmed and jittered around in a very distracting way, and I was forced to let go of her hand in order to try to control the physical reactions that were screaming to life within me. “Um. Well, I feel like a lot of people draw on their own eyebrows anyway,” I pointed out.At that moment, our server appeared with our meals, and her drawn-on eyebrows were pulled quite low over her eyes as she took in our new seating arrangement.“You’re both going to sit on one side of the table while you eat, then?” she asked, not waiting for an answer before saying, “How cute,” in a way that indicated she did not think this was especially cute. She picked up all of Hannah’s utensils and moved them to where Hannah now sat at my side and let out a sigh. “Anything else?”“We’re good, thanks,” I said, having a hard time looking at her now that I’d begun thinking too hard about her eyebrows. Hannah elbowed me in the ribs, and I launched into a coughing fit to stop from laughing.“Oookay, then,” t
FALLING IN LOVE WHEN YOU'RE TEXTING 34- Hannah
My head jerked off the pillow the second I woke up. Early morning sunshine came through the slats of the blinds in my bedroom. Crap. I hadn’t meant to fall asleep last night while Lincoln was still working on my back door. After that kiss in the parking lot, I thought the night would have gone completely different. When he seemed intent on playing handyman instead of attentive boyfriend, I came in here to rest until he put the tools away. I must have fallen asleep.I looked down to see my dress wrinkled, my heels kicked off beside the bed, and an old orange afghan Aunt Betty had kept in the hall closet draped over me. The thought of Lincoln coming in and covering me up at some point last night made up for some of the confusion that painted every interaction with that man.Tossing the afghan aside, I slid off the bed and tiptoed out of the room. I had no idea if Lincoln was still here or if he’d left after he found me asleep. My bedroom door swung open without a sound, thanks to the ne
FALLING IN LOVE WHEN YOU'RE TEXTING 34.1
“I love that your hair is long enough to grab a handful,” I murmured as I slid my fingers through his dark hair.He backed away just a fraction. “Do I need a haircut?”I used my grip on his hair to pull him back to my lips. I shook my head even while I kissed one side of his mouth and did the same on the other side. “Absolutely not.”When my face felt sunburned from the scrape of his beard, Lincoln pulled back again. His eyes had gone hazy, and he’d lost the frown line. I’d done that to him. An overwhelming sense of needing to take care of this man, just like he’d been taking care of me, took root. I made it my mission to erase that frown.“Can we spend the day together?” Lincoln whispered.My brain tumbled into gear as I thought about what I had planned for the day. “I have to work a four-hour shift this afternoon, but we can spend the morning together.”Lincoln grinned before kissing me quickly and pushing to stand up. He held out his hand and helped me up. “How about we make breakf
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