Lincoln’s POV
I watch Abbey over the rim of my mug, tamping down the smile that plays around my lips as she tries desperately to ignore my presence across from her as we drink the hot chocolate I made.
I’m not going to argue with her about tomorrow, she might think she’s leaving but it’s not going to happen. She and Robyn are in danger, I can feel it and no matter how much she tries to push me away, I’m going to protect her, protect them both and I can’t do that unless she’s here.
Finishing her drink, she urges her daughter to follow her, wanting to get away from me no doubt but Robyn doesn’t seem to be on board with her plan.
‘Where are we going?’ she demands, looking up at her mother with a chocolate moustache, the sight making me smile.
‘Upstairs Robyn, now hurry up with your drink
