Mel's POV

I felt him stiffen once I said the name. Pure anger was all I saw in his eyes as he avoided my gaze.

"Lincoln please talk to me," I said getting off him so he could sit up.

He did what I last expected as he sat up leaving the room without another word.

Had I said something wrong.

Following him out I found him opening a cabinet as he retrieved a bottle of whiskey.

"Linc you know I don't like it when you intoxicate your system," I said in a stern ...