“What’s wrong with you, Josie?” I muttered to myself, welcoming the fresh air. A sweet summer breeze blew my hair from my face, tickling the back of my neck. “Only one thing, far as I can tell.” I turned over my shoulder, watching Lincoln leave the barn. He still wore his dirty shirt and jeans from earlier. “Huh?” He stepped up beside me, staring at the spot Ellis’ car had just been. “You asked what was wrong with you, and I said there was only one thing.” “And what would that be?” I asked. Lincoln didn’t answer immediately, letting my question hang between us. “You’re not mine.”
