“He’s awesome,” Eric said while we waited.
“You think?”
He nodded. “I told you he’d text us.”
“He didn’t text,” I corrected gently, leaning my head back.
“In person is better.”
More wisdom that I agreed with in general. Lincoln might be an exception since I seemed to go haywire around him.
I could think of a couple of others where in-person was definitely not better.
“Let me see your phone. I want to check the weather.”
I fished it from my pocket. “You can’t leave me to become a TV weatherman.”
“I won’t.”
I released the device when he made the promise.
“Lexie. You have twenty-seven missed calls.” He thrust the screen close to my face.
Reluctantly, I glanced at the bubble notification with indeed, twenty-seven missed calls.
“Someone really wants some dog food. I’ll call them back.”
“Eric. No!”
He’d pressed the call button before I could swipe the phone away. The tentacles of stress and fear wound around my throat and squeezed.
“Eric, please give me the phone.” I prayed someone else had called and that was who would pick up. But I knew better than that.
Don’t answer. Don’t answer.
“Baby doll?” Eric’s brow furrowed. “You have the wrong number, mister.” He stabbed the end button.
I sagged in my seat. Thank goodness he hadn’t recognized the voice.
“This should curb your appetite.”
I screamed and put my hand over my already racing heart.
Lincoln offered two large stainless-steel tumblers as if he hadn’t just scared the bejesus out of me.
“What’s that?” Eric looked uncertain.
“A smoothie. Try it.”
Slowly, I turned my head to Lincoln. “A smoothie?”
This was a man’s man. I was surprised smoothie was in his vocabulary, let alone he’d think to bring one to “curb our appetite.”
“Beau seems to believe they work wonders. I can’t be held responsible for what’s in it.”
I gaped. He’d just whipped up a smoothie like a magician. Or he’d transported Beau with technology none of the rest of us had.
“You taste it first. Both of them.”