Lincoln said through the car"s open window. “Not a problem. See you tomorrow.” Mitch put the car in reverse and backed out of the driveway. Lincoln waved good-bye and trudged up the steps. The new job sucked. Not the job itself. Hard work never bothered Lincoln. It was the stares, the whispers, the lack of eye contact. Mitch had gone out on a limb to get him the job. Lincoln had to give the man credit. People were going to talk, and it would"ve been easier to avoid the entire situation than back Lincoln with a job offer. The least he could do was not complain about some assholes. The house was quiet as he stepped inside. Unease settled in his gut. The house was never this calm. Not with three kids. The words from the note Jay Miller had shown him in the bar"s bathroom replayed in his head. He strode down the hall and stopped just short of slamming Jessica"s door in when he heard her giggle. He breathed deep and stepped back. He didn"t need to scare the shit out of the kids. All for what?
