I couldn’t believe he’d paid attention to what I’d been chowing down on a few days ago.
“You get bonus points for noticing.”
“Is there anything else I need to pick up?” He swiped his keys off the desk.
“Milk,” Eric said.
Lincoln nodded and strode to the door, and I struggled to get this odd moment sorted in my head. We stayed overnight with Lincoln. He welcomed that, especially with that kiss. He was going to get our . . . breakfast, as if he did it every other day. It wasn’t just me and Eric against the world today.
Beau put a hand on his chest. “Need my credit card? Just in case.”
And now he potentially needed Beau’s help? What in the world was happening?