Page 80 of Carry On

LINCOLN: Long enough to have opinions on what we did.

LINCOLN: I made sure to point out that she kept watching.

That last line made me genuinely laugh. For someone so goddamn professional, this man had a snarky side that I enjoyed.

LINCOLN: Anyway, the point of my conversation is not about repeating last night, but rather our agreement to make this thing look real.

Correct.

LINCOLN: Doyou like beer and brats?

I could be convinced.

LINCOLN: And how do you feel about lawyers and romance writers?

Less likely to be convinced.

LINCOLN: Stay with me, Lucky. It’s important.

LINCOLN: We’ve been invited to go out with Sebastian.

Prosecuting attorney, long-time friend, law school buddy.

LINCOLN: You paid attention.

Of course, I paid attention. The irony of our entire situation was that I was more dedicated to making this work for his sake than for my own. He’d put a lot on the line to help me. The last thing I needed to do was fuck it up. Fuck him? Absolutely, in so many ways, because why not? But fuck him over? Absolutely not.

Yes.

LINCOLN: He and his brother invited us out for brats and beersto meet you.

To interrogate me.

LINCOLN: I wouldn’t call it an interrogation per se.

But law school friend isn’t convinced.

LINCOLN: Not really.

LINCOLN: Milo is a romance author, so that’ll at least alleviate the mood some.

Same romance author you have hordes of books from on your shelves?

LINCOLN: I’m not answering that.

I found the art, Lincoln.

LINCOLN: Fuck.

Maybe you shouldn’t hide it in the actual books.

LINCOLN: It’s the smart place to store those.

Maybe I could give him pointers on his characters using coconut oil.

LINCOLN: Don’t you fucking dare.

I absolutely would just to see the look on Lincoln’s face.