““Once we started moving, Lincoln mumbled, “Really not the way I saw things panning out.” I raised an eyebrow. I’d half expected he’d pretend the earlier conversation never took place. “And where exactly did you see tonight finishing?” “With you on your back…”—he paused to see my eyes bug out before he chuckled and finished the sentence—“after collapsing from too much salsa.” He didn’t stop grinning. “Ha,””
