Michael had arrived at Lincoln's just after noon. He could tell the minute Mikey had stepped inside the house that his date had went well. The look on his brother's face was one of contentment, something that had been rare since the whole mess with The Company had started.

He hadn't been expecting Michael to stop by but was glad for the help repairing the sink in the guest room that had decided to stop working last week. That was an hour ago and now they were elbows deep in pluming. Since neither of them were plumbers, it had been an interesting hour. It hadn't helped that the temperature had now risen to over eighty degrees and what felt like one hundred percent humidity inside the small bathroom. Michael had gone into the other room to get some water for the both of them. As Lincoln heard his brother return, he slid himself out from under the sink.

Michael crouched down in the doorway and handed the glass of ice water to his brother. Since they were alone, both brothers had shed their shirts for comfort.

Linc was finishing off the water Mike had handed him when he noticed Michael's was pretty much untouched. He recognized that look on his brother's face. Michael wanted to tell him something and was trying to figure out what he wanted to say. "Spit it out Mikey." Michael's head shot up. "Whatever it is just tell me."

Michael took a drink of the water he had been holding and swallowed. "I asked her to marry me Linc."

A smile spread across Lincoln's features, "And?" The smile that broke out on Michael's face told Lincoln all he needed to know. "She said yes, did she? Congratulations man."

"Thanks," Michael replied sheepishly and took another drink.

Lincoln laid his empty cup on the floor and rested his arms on his knees. "So when's the wedding?"

Michael turned in the doorway and rested his back against the jam. "I don't know. We haven't really talked about it yet." He paused, "And there is the fact that I need to complete my divorce from Nika first."

This got Lincoln's attention. "I thought that was a done deal Mikey?"

Michael reached up and rubbed his head with his hand and then let his head fall back against the jam with a thud. "So did I, but when I stopped by home to change before heading over I had a message from my lawyer. He said she's contesting it."

When Michael had mentioned having to stop by home to change another smile had started to tug at Lincoln's lips but it quickly died with this last bit of information. A confused look on his face, Lincoln asked the only question he could, "Why would she do that?"

"I have no idea Linc. I wish I knew. I'm supposed to met with my lawyers and hers next week to find out."

Lincoln had to ask. "Does Sara know?"

"She knows that the divorce papers have been filed."

"And?"

"And that's it Linc. I haven't told her about Nika fighting it. She had a lunch appointment with Katie today. And besides what would be the point until I know something?"

Lincoln looked at his brother and just shook his head. "Michael I could think of a million reasons why not telling her would be a bad idea but I will give you one. She's going to be your wife and after all you have been through together I think the least she deserves from you is the whole truth."

As much as Michael didn't want to hear it, he knew his brother was probably right. Sara deserved to know. Michael turned to his brother and nodded.

With that Lincoln handed Michael his empty glass and settled himself back on the floor. "We'd better get back to work if this is going to be done by dinner." Michael set the empty glasses out in the hall and they both got back to work.