Abbey’s POV
I stare in frustration as Lincoln walks out of the room, leaving me alone in his spare bedroom.
My annoyance wars with something else inside me, fury at him just ignoring what I want mixing with the scared side of me who, regardless of the fact I know it can’t happen, wants someone to protect me.
I look around me, taking in the light cream walls and soft grey furnishings, a style that I never would have thought someone like Lincoln would have in his home. A door to my right is slightly ajar, giving me a view of a small closet that contains a clothes rack, shoe rail and vacuum. The large, triple window looks out over an impressive garden with well manicured lawn and flower beds that I idly wonder if he has a maintenance crew come and deal with.
Maybe he tends to it himself I
