Chapter 40
CHAPTER FORTY
LINCOLN
Lincoln:
How busy are you at the shop?
Declan:
Busy. I’m not taking another of your shifts. Jesus Christ, Linc. Quit fucking your wife all the goddamn time and do some actual work.
Lincoln:
Excuse you. I’ll fuck my wife whenever the hell I want. Best part of being married.
And I’m not asking you to pick up a shift.
Declan:
Wtf is it then? Cause I already helped you build a goddamn spa outside. Pretty fucking sure the favor meter is tapped out.
Lincoln:
It’s for Willa.
Declan:
Fucker
Fine
Lincoln:
If I give you a crumpled piece of notebook paper with a half-sketched logo and a rage scribble over it, can you work some magic?
Declan:
The fuck kind of question is that?
Lincoln:
Long story, but I’m building dreams here, bro. *Willa’s* dreams. Can you do it or not?
Declan:
Give me more details
Lincoln:
She sketched it a while ago.
Stone & Bramble…the farm rebrand.
Except the paper did something to piss her off because she stabbed it repeatedly with a pen.
Declan:
Drop it off at the shop and I’ll take care of it
Lincoln:
Everyone always talks about how you’re a huge prick, but they don’t know what a marshmallow you really are.
Declan:
I can change my mind at any time, dickhead
Lincoln:
Love you, you big softy