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.
