I pulled up to my driveway and looked over at the parked Porsche by my mailbox.
Umm.
Walking inside the house, I shut it behind me, "Mom?" I asked cautiously.
Nothing.
Heading up the stairs, I eyed the hall as I pushed my bedroom door open.
My heart leaped from my chest and I screamed for a good minute before staring him over in disbelief. "Damn you!" I shouted grabbing my hat off the dresser tossing it at him.
Lincoln sat in my blow up bubble chair beside all the books, a folder in his hand. He didn't laugh or seem intrigued, there wasn't even a hint of a smirk.
I think he's pissed.
"I'm really sorry about the Porsche, I just didn't want him to wake you up." I said nervously shutting the door behind me.
He eyed the shut door and held the folder out to me with a curious glare. I
