She watched the backs of the two men disappear as they rounded the corner and walked down the hallway, her mouth agape at the audacity of Morgan Brewer. They had both completely ignored her. She was used to her father doing it to her, but for someone who worked for her to do it… It was unbelievable. She would go to dinner, of course. There was no way she was going to allow her father to go with Morgan Brewer without her. She would need to be there to somehow control the evening.She glanced over at Sophia, whose eyes were glued to the food in front of her. She wanted to yell, scold the woman for what she put Jacqui in the middle of and the embarrassment she had been caused. She let out a deep breath as she reached for her glass of water. She wanted to yell, but she wouldn't. As much as the situation frustrated her, she couldn't blame Sophia. Bert was great at badgering people into doing what he wanted and from what Jacqui had seen of Morgan, he was equally talented in that area. Soph
As he dressed for his night out—blue jeans and a dark red flannel shirt—he thought again about how formal Jacqui always seemed. Nothing she did was casual. Her office was big on titles and last names, she kept her napkin smoothed over her lap as she ate, and she was always dressed immaculately, without even a stray hair out of place. He bet she even wore shoes throughout her house up until the time she went to bed. He chuckled a little as he pictured her watching television, eating popcorn with her pinkie finger up in the air, her high-heeled feet side by side on the floor as she sat there with perfect posture. And then it wasn't funny anymore. It was sad. Surely, she hadn't always been that way. Was it all a part of her penance?He scooped up his keys, locking his apartment as he headed out for the evening. Why did he care? Sure, she was a challenge, something to keep him from getting too bored while he was settling into a new area, but was that it? He had no problem picking up wome
She had been tricked, conspired against by her own father. Again. If she didn't know better, she would have believed Morgan and her father were in cahoots to get her out of the house just to embarrass her. She glanced over at Morgan and the way he was dressed, then took in her own attire for the evening again. They were definitely a mismatched pair. He looked like he was ready for a rodeo and she for a board meeting. She should have asked him what the attire for the evening was so she would have been better prepared. Not that it would have mattered. She had no use for casual outfits. She didn't attend picnics or go to barbecues. So why was she going to one now?Because my father couldn't mind his own business. She crossed her arms over her chest as she exhaled a frustrated breath. Her father had backed out at the last minute, setting her up on this date without him. No. It's not a date. It's a kidnapping. She refused to think of it as a date. She didn't go on dates."So, you haven't h
Standing in front of her picture window, Jacqui stared down at the city of Biloxi without seeing it. Her fingers toyed with her lips, gliding over them in slow, easy strokes. She could still imagine his lips on hers, the warmth of his breath against her skin, the way it stole the air from her lungs along with her voice. She hadn't even said goodnight to him as he walked away from her and back to his truck. She could only stare at him as he drove off, lost in the fact that he had kissed her.Her father was in bed when she finally pulled herself away from the retreating taillights of Morgan's truck, the house dark except for one lamp Bert left on for her. She peeked in on him while he slept, Morgan's words echoing in her mind. They were still echoing as she stood in her office, unable to focus. Was she being unfair to her father? She had never thought about it the way Morgan had put it, but it made perfect sense. She had never sold her home, because it was her connection to Marc and Magg
Jacqui just smiled as she poured the coffee, adding the sugar and then stirring. She gestured for Lily to take one of the chairs as she handed her the coffee, and instead of settling in behind her desk as she normally would, Jacqui took the other chair beside Lily. Reaching for her coffee, she settled back in her chair, her legs crossed at the knees. She wasn't used to small talk, but she was going to learn. "So, tell me what's been going on with you lately. I don't even know what you enjoy doing anymore."Lily held her coffee mug with both hands, her nervousness a mirror to Jacqui as to how the CEO of The Karston Foundation was viewed by her employees. Have I really been so domineering that I can't even ask Lily a question without her believing there is some ulterior motive behind it? So, she decided to ask. "Have I really become that bad, Lily?"The younger woman took a sip of her steaming coffee, stalling for time. As she lowered the coffee cup, she took a deep breath. "You've just
Morgan walked through the offices of Rutherford Construction, inspecting the work completed so far. The framing was complete as was the electrical and plumbing. Today the drywall people would show up and hang the Sheetrock. The warehouse behind the offices was already being painted, but then again, there wasn't as much to do back there as there was in the main part of the building. Another week and a half and he could get out of that trailer and into a quieter office. He was anxious to have this part of the project done so they could focus on the Maggie Karston Community Center and gaining new contracts. Vince was already out putting a bid in for a new plaza that was going up in Pascagoula and then for some office buildings in Ocean Springs, while Kari was putting out job postings for construction crews. By the end of two weeks, the offices would be hopping, which was exactly what he needed. Perhaps then he could get his mind off Jacqui Karston.Of course, he wasn't sure he wanted to g
The quiet didn't last long, however, before the interviews began.Carl Anderson was a former warehouse attendant for the local cable company. He had long gray hair, which he kept tied up in a ponytail and was thin enough that a strong breeze would force him to struggle simply to walk. He stood just under six feet and had the longest fingers Morgan had ever seen. Still, outside of his aged Ichabod Crane look, he seemed to know his stuff when it came to running a supply warehouse and Morgan told him to show up Monday at seven in the morning ready to start receiving supplies. Neal Rutherford had always maintained that he didn't want his employees wasting time at Home Depot. It took time away from actual work. Therefore, each of his offices had a warehouse fully stocked with the necessities and if something out of the norm was required, the warehouse manager would make sure it was there before it was needed. They would house supplies, as well as tools. In some offices, they even had their
Morgan glanced at his watch for the tenth time that morning. He had to admit, he was nervous. Jeannie was due any minute to drop Dustin off and he wasn't sure he was ready to see her new boyfriend. He was glad she had someone in her life, but there was a difference between knowing it and actually seeing it. He was quite content remaining in the knowing-it-only column. Of course, that made no sense to him, considering he was quite content banging any skirt that sat still long enough.He took a deep breath as he tossed his pen onto his desk, reaching for his cold mug of coffee. He took a bigger gulp than he would have had it been hot. He was unable to concentrate on work at the moment and it wasn't just the imminent arrival of his son. It had been almost a week since he had heard from Jacqui, since he kissed her goodnight on her front porch. He thought of reaching out again. While she had seemed happy to hear from him the next day, he wasn't sure how she took his advice about her father