Lincoln’s POV

I was sat in the rolling chair in my study, my body hunched over as I tapped the end of the pen on the document that laid on my desk. It would appear as if I was contemplating over the contents of the document however it was in no way so.

All signs of concentration had slipped out of my mind as usual once the thought of Ivonne popped in. A month had gone by since her shocking wedding with Tobias.

It was certain something was going on when he had showed up to pick her that ...