Lincoln’s POV
I’m up at five am just as I always am, doesn’t matter how long I’ve been out of the Navy, my body won’t let me sleep in.
Throwing on a t’shirt and some jeans, I leave my bedroom and make my way down the hallway, my feet faltering as I reach the door to the spare bedroom that has two red heads behind it.
My fingers flex, the desire to open the door, check that they are both there still, that they are fine, consumes me. Abbey was pretty damn determined to leave here, would she have dragged the kid out of bed whilst I slept and run off?
I shake my head, my alarm didn’t go off, and you can’t get in or out of this house without tripping something, so I know she has to still be here.
Growling under my breath, I turn away from the closed door, and head downstairs, and into the
