Lincoln’s POV
‘I trust you Linc’ her words echo around my head long after we finish our conversation, all the way through dinner and even now as I lay awake in our bed, my woman curled into my side, her even breathing fanning across my chest.
Staring at the ceiling, it’s another forty minutes before I accept that sleep tonight isn’t going to happen.
Sliding my arm out from underneath Abbey’s body, I climb out of bed, throwing on some sweats, and head toward the door of our room, opening it and stepping outside.
I head downstairs, stopping by the coffee machine before making my way toward my office and turning on the monitor of my computer.
After Abbey left the room yesterday, I had finished up the meeting with my bosses. Harrison had pointed out that we couldn’t just throw Abbey out o
