Chapter 101

Linc looks a line between amused and annoyed. I don't care. I guess five days is our limit of how long we can go without some issues coming up. And I am the one that is always coming up with some damn thing.

"Three months after the funeral. I met her at a work conference. It lasted three months." Linc says simply. Like it is no big deal. I should let it go but I can't help the gnawing suspicion I feel at his light handling of the questioning.

"How many others since then?"

"Really? Drop it, Amelia." Linc says, he picks up his fork to continue eating, a gesture to show that he is done with the topic. But I am not and he knows me better than to assume that I would just yield easily whenever we share differing views on something.

"I don't know why but I can't, Linc. So, for peace to reign and for us to go back to this wonderful night, I will like to know exactly how many women you have shared yourself with before me." It is my faux polite tone I use when I am mad at som