"What?" Morgan cut into her thoughts."Excuse me?""You're smiling and I know I didn't say anything funny. So, what were you thinking?" His green eyes sparkled as he seemed to take joy in her smile. It helped put her at ease."Just thinking of the last time I danced. It's been quite a while.""Must have been a good night. Your smile seemed to say it was, anyway.""It was." She found herself squeezing his shoulder as the memory took her breath away a little. If he noticed, he didn't say anything."Tell me about it." And by the expression on his face, she believed he truly wanted to know."Excuse me," Brent stepped up and touched her on her elbow. Saved by the bell, so to speak, she thought. "Jacqui, it's time for you to give your speech."She released Morgan's hands and gave him a small smile. "Sorry. Duty calls. Thank you for the dance, though." While the memories were still painful, it was nice to think back on a good time in her life.He gave a slight bow of his head. "It was my plea
Pulling into the parking lot of the new offices of Rutherford Construction, Morgan was pleased to see that some work was actually beginning on the remodeling. Vince was already there, guiding a crew in the framing of the interior the way they had drawn it up. It was a simple plan, mainly because Morgan knew Neal would move them to a bigger location, sooner or later. Morgan would have his own office as well as Vince, leaving Kari to share the front with whoever else was hired for the phones. For now, while the remodel was underway, Kari was set up in the small trailer off to the east of the parking lot.Morgan joined Vince beside a piece of plywood sitting atop two sawhorses as a makeshift desk, blueprints sprawled across the top along with a Thermos and a mug of coffee. As he saw Morgan approach, he gestured to his Thermos. "I hope you brought your own. That girl in there can't make coffee to save her life."Morgan chuckled as he held up his own travel mug. "I'm always prepared for the
Entering the small single-wide trailer, his senses were assaulted with the aroma of burnt coffee, making his eyes water. Kari had her red hair pulled forward around her shoulders and hiding her face more than framing it, her hair also hiding the phone that was in her hand. He wouldn't have even known she was on the phone except for the spiral cord leading up to her ear from the desk. By the snippets of conversation he was able to catch, it sounded as if she was talking to Barbie, Neal's personal assistant. He left her to her phone call and searched out the offending coffeemaker. He quickly flipped it off and poured the noxious liquid down the drain. She definitely needed a lesson in coffee making. As he began to make a fresh pot of coffee, he heard Kari hang up the phone. He was glad Barbie called Kari instead of him. The new girl needed to get used to dealing with the big wigs in the company if she was going to make it as his personal assistant, which was the position for which he wa
"With just last night's checks, so far we've pulled in over two hundred thousand with monthly pledges at sixty thousand. I'd say that's a great start." Brent flipped though his notes as he sat in the leather chair opposite of Jacqui. "Since it's a non-profit, we'll do a fundraiser every year and keep the center in front of people's minds. With your name attached to it, I'm sure it'll keep the money coming in."Jacqui nodded as she watched him. Brent always grew excited talking about numbers, any numbers, really, but especially financial figures. With the preliminary results from last night, he was practically giddy. She wished she felt his enthusiasm, though. Two hundred thousand was a decent start, but they needed more. Much more. "We'll need to think about how we can get people to donate throughout the year. I'll have Miss Anderson come up with some sort of marketing campaign we can send out quarterly."He nodded. "Just don't overdo it. Too hard of a push or too much spam mail coming
Morgan flipped open his calendar, a habit he did at the end of every day just to get a glimpse of what to expect the next day. This Hump Day had been quiet, so far. He really needed to fix that, or things were going to get boring soon. When things became boring is usually when he wound up in trouble. Two interviews tomorrow afternoon were added to his schedule in Kari's handwriting for more office help. He did a double take when he noticed one of the names was a male. He gave a shake of his head. Times are changing. Then he chuckled to himself. You really are one sexist bastard, Morgan Brewer.He stared out at the afternoon sky, thoughts of Vince chasing after Jacqui bouncing around in his head for the hundredth time that day. She had made it clear that she didn't want her former business partner. Of course, that hadn't stopped Vince from giving it the old college try. Still, Morgan doubted it was just Vince Jacqui was rejecting, but rather the whole male population. She exuded a tou
Jacqui locked her office door behind her as she left, wishing Miss Anderson a good evening as she passed her personal assistant's desk. She felt as if she had wasted an entire afternoon. Since Brent had left her office, she kept finding herself distracted with thoughts of Morgan and Vince, both. It was keeping her frustrated in a moist sort of way and, if she was honest with herself, she wasn't sure how to cope with what she was feeling. Since her indiscretion with Vince, she had managed to keep herself like a nun, focusing on her service to Biloxi and not her own desires and needs.Yet, Morgan was not about to leave her alone. He seemed bent on keeping her off guard and thinking of him. Add to that the reemergence of Vince Andrews and no matter how much she fought it, her panties stayed perpetually wet. It was intoxicating as well as infuriating. Realizing she wasn't going to get anything accomplished, she decided a nice drive might clear her head. The day was practically over anyway,
There were two billiard tables off to the left of the main entrance and three dart boards hung on the back wall. The bar was a deep wood finish with stools of black leather perched in front. The bartender offered her a smile and a wave as Jacqui forced her way closer to the bar. The men leered at her as if she were fresh meat and the couple in the corner hadn't even noticed she entered the bar."What can I get ya?" The bartender placed both hands on the wooden bar, her breasts falling back down to a normal position, and smiled as she waited. "Club soda, please."The woman gave her a curious look. "Playing it safe tonight?""I, uh, I don't drink." Jacqui reached to her right where a plastic container holding perfect white napkins rested. She pulled one out and tore off the corner."Ah, meeting someone special then, huh?""I can be someone special," the man sitting closest to her offered. He wore faded jeans and a baggy T-shirt. He had short, dirty-blond hair and hands that needed a goo
Morgan walked into The Karston Foundation Friday morning with the goal of getting Jacqui Karston out on a date. He had been dwelling about it since Wednesday afternoon, and finally decided to just go for it. His life needed some challenge in it, at the moment. It was going to be a risk, of course, keeping her from running to Neal about his inappropriate employee, but that was part of the game. It was a rush to do what you know you shouldn't do. Besides, with Dustin back in Orlando and Erin, his usual distraction, not around, he needed something new to keep him entertained. Morgan didn't do boredom too well. He didn't do it at all, actually.He made it past the first receptionist barrier at the elevators and wandered down the hall to where he knew the second wall to the domain of Jacqui Karston waited. He couldn't get over how hard Jacqui made it for people to reach her.Jacqui's young assistant sat behind her desk, her dark hair framing her face and drawing out her hazel-brown eyes. He