a few lincolncole quotes!
“Hey, Sharpe. Do you know where they keep a fire extinguisher in here?” Lincoln asked, looking around the luxury suite of Yankee Stadium.
Cole tore his gaze away from the woman and her damn notebook. “What for?”
“If you stare at that girl any harder, she’s going to burst into flames,” Lincoln said, jerking his chin at Tiny Brunette.
“Don’t insult our bromance,” Lincoln said cheerfully.
“Keep running your mouth and we won’t have a bromance.” Cole forced himself not to look at the woman again.
“Hey, if you’ve got a crush on the wee lass, you can tell me,” Lincoln said, taking another sip of beer.
“I don’t have a crush. And wee lass? Really? You’re Scottish now?”
“It’s got to be better than this,” Lincoln grumbled.
Cole lifted a shoulder. “Jo likes things hot and strong.”
“Oh yeah?” A dark eyebrow crept up.
“It’s why she asked me out,” Cole said, grinning evilly.
“Only because Cassidy is uptight about employees dating other employees.”
“But you’re not an employee,” Lincoln pointed out, leaning back in the chair.”
“The phone rang, and Lincoln held up a finger. “Hold please, I have to take this.”
Lincoln tucked the phone under his chin as he pulled a pen and paper toward him. “Oxford magazine, Lincoln speaking, how may I direct your call?…Mm-hmm. Of course. Just one moment.”
Lincoln pushed the hold button and squinted at the phone. “Hey, get over here and help me figure out how to transfer this call to Peter.”
Lincoln glanced up. “Really? Because I could tell you all about the cute brunette who’s talking to Cassidy right now about your job.”
Cole couldn’t get around the desk fast enough.
Holy shit, that was a lot of buttons.
“Why isn’t there just a simple transfer button?” Lincoln muttered.
“How long have you been sitting here?” Cole asked. “You haven’t figured out how to transfer a call by now?”
Lincoln shrugged. “I managed to convince everyone else to just call back later, or distracted them by asking about their day.”
“Of course you did,” Cole muttered.”
Cole glanced to his right and gave Lincoln a once-over. “Dude, are you wearing a pink tie?”
Lincoln glanced down. “I rock it. You know I do.”
“Lincoln appeared at his side, chewing one of his disgusting power bars. “This is getting pathetic, dude.”
“Shut up,” Cole growled, half walking, half marching toward his own office.
Lincoln, being Lincoln, didn’t take the hint and fell into step beside him. “Nobody blames you that you screwed it up. I mean, we all expected it.”
“Oh, good, another pep talk,”
