On the ride over, Morgan had drilled into Dustin to be on his best behavior. "Mrs. Karston is someone Daddy works with, so we need to have on what your mommy calls our Sunday manners.""Okay, Daddy." Dustin had one of his Hot Wheels cars and was running it up and down his legs, making vroom vroom noises as he did. Morgan glanced at his son in the backseat, a smile pushing his cheeks up. He had missed the little tyke more than ever. He wasn't sure what had suddenly made him feel that way. He loved his son, missed him while he was on the road, but it wasn't something that was ever overwhelming. It was part of the job. He traveled and, whether he was still with Jeannie or not, he rarely saw his son. It was just life. Yet, now, it seemed like he was never going to see him again and that had his stomach in knots. Returning his eyes to the road, he knew he had to get these three months over with so he could move back home. He needed to do right by his son.Pulling up to Jacqui's house, he w
She just stared at the open door, her mouth open, eyes wide. The little boy had not meant to cause her pain, she knew. He just wanted to see the water. What four-year-old doesn't want to see water? She should have had the drapes drawn. She watched as Morgan went after his son after first glancing at her and noticing her anguish. Closing her mouth, she swallowed the scream she wanted to let out. He had seen her pain…again.Her father was watching her, the concern in his eyes obvious. "He didn't know."She gave him a slow nod, her chest a knot of anxiety that was close to squeezing the last vestiges of control from her grasp. Forcing herself to take slow, deep breaths, she stepped toward the French doors. Life is for the living, not the dead. Her father's words repeated over and over in her head, a mantra that allowed her to take each step in the direction of Morgan and his son.Reaching the threshold of the door, she stopped and took a deep breath. The breeze blew over her patio, caress
Morgan watched as Jacqui laid down beside Dustin on the wooden planks. He saw the pain in her eyes when she first stepped out onto the patio, that sense of loss and the memories that must have flooded her mind. He hurt for her and wished he could take the heartache away from her, but he knew only she could do that, her and time. "She needed this," Bert said as he reached over and slid a cover off one of the chairs. "Don't you worry about her. She's strong. She just needed someone to remind her of that."Morgan reached for another cover. "I take it she hasn't been out here in a while.""Not since they both passed away. She avoids anything that has a memory attached to it. Hell, I'm surprised we're not living at my house, instead of here."With a nod of his head, Morgan folded the cover. "We all deal with grief differently. Yet, we all need to move on.""She can't stop blaming herself for not dying with them. It's silly and she knows it, but she can't stop." Bert stopped his wheelchair
An osprey flew overhead, its powerful wings beating a slow rhythm as it crossed the darkening sky, the moon slowly taking the place of the sun. Morgan had taken her place on the dock, so she could get dinner prepared. Twenty minutes. That's all Lily said it would take. That is if she didn't screw it up. That was supposed to be impossible according to her assistant, but Jacqui knew if anyone could mess up a simple dish, it was going to be her.As she carried the salad out to the patio table, everyone now gathered around it, including Sophia, Jacqui saw candles flickering in small, round, clear bowls. She glanced at her father who only shrugged. "I found them over by the patio bar. I figured we'd need light to eat by, unless, of course, it's that bad. Should I blow them out?"With a roll of her eyes, she shook her head. "No. The meal came out just fine." She set the salad bowl on the table. "At least, I think it did."Morgan smiled as he pushed himself out of his chair. "I'm sure it's fi
He had to admit, dinner went better than he thought it would. As much as Bert liked to bluster about his daughter's lousy cooking, Morgan thought the whole meal was delicious. Even Dustin asked for seconds, which was saying something since it wasn't macaroni and cheese.The conversation stayed light and Jacqui laughed often, a sound to which Morgan could become accustomed. He helped Jacqui with the dishes, while Bert pulled out a dusty Candyland game and challenged Dustin."Be careful," Jacqui said as Dustin tried pushing her father's chair into the other room. "He cheats.""Bah. She just sucks at the game and is a poor loser to boot."Morgan laughed as Jacqui just rolled her eyes. "Cheating's not nice," little Dustin said as they disappeared through the doorway."Take it easy on him, Dustin," Morgan called after them as he grabbed a dish towel from the front of the stove. "Shall we?"Jacqui looked at him, her eyes full of the laughter she was holding inside. "How about we just fill th
What the hell am I doing? This is not like me. Why in the world did I allow them to talk me into this? I don't even like gambling. This is stupid.The internal lecture continued as she slid into the passenger seat of Morgan's truck. She took a deep breath, frustrated at herself, but doing nothing to change it. She hated casinos. She saw them as taking from the community rather than giving back to it. People would sacrifice their hard-earned cash, sometimes depriving their families of necessities, just on the minuscule chance that they would strike it big. Rarely did anyone ever strike it big. This is stupid, she repeated.The evening, however, had been perfect. She even had to admit the pride she felt in conquering her avoidance of the back patio area and even in her interaction with Dustin. She would never be able to repay Morgan for the way he had put her at ease and assisted her in overcoming her fears. Staring out the passenger window as Morgan drove, her annoyance at being dragged
She bet that was his motto for life from what she had seen about him. She refrained from making the comparison out loud, however. She reached up and pulled the lever. The wheels began to spin, and she watched as two polar caps and a penguin came to a halt on her screen. Money lost."Just keep playing. You win some and lose some. That's why they call it gambling.""Feels more like being robbed."He laughed and, although she didn't smile, she did notice that his laugh had an easygoing manner to it. It had a comforting sound that put her at ease. He was getting exceptionally good at having that effect on her. Usually, men who thought they were charming weren't as charming as they thought. Yet, Morgan was that charming, and it had broken through her defenses. She reached up and pulled the lever again.One of the several waitresses that wandered around approached Morgan, the cup of her ass trying hard to peek out from under her skirt. Jacqui lifted an eyebrow at the brazen outfit, wondering
One drink turned into four and rum runners contained quite a bit of alcohol, he discovered. While he wanted her to loosen up, it had not been his intention for her to become drunk. Morgan was afraid he was going to pay for this night somehow and it was going to be costly. As the night progressed, Jacqui grew louder, drawing the attention of those around them. And touchier. The touchier part he didn't mind so much, but it would have been better had she been sober. Morgan Brewer did not take advantage of women who were not in control of their decisions.She was winning at the slots more than she was losing and kept repeating to him that she was keeping the money. He didn't care. He tried to get her to stop drinking when she ordered her fourth rum runner, but she made a scene about being a big girl and he wasn't her daddy. Then, she wrapped her arms around his neck and asked him if he wanted to be her daddy. He growled at how bad he was fighting the urge to forget his rules and take her