I'm not even in a relationship with Jacqui! This game is getting way out of control if I'm not making passes at women, especially a woman who was expecting me to try.Thirty minutes passed before Faith joined him outside the buffet. He paid, of course, and a small redhead led them to a table, took their drink orders, and then told them to help themselves. "So far, I've found the buffets are the best part of these casinos," Morgan said as he gestured for Faith to lead the way. "They tend to have everything from prime rib to lobster, meatloaf to crawfish. It's easy to pig out here." He laughed as they both picked up their plates and started loading them up with a little of this and a little of that.He beat Faith back to the table, but she wasn't far behind him. By the look of her plate, she had agreed with him on sampling everything and then going back for your favorites. He was already scooping up some wild rice with gravy on it when she settled into her seat, napkin over her lap. She
Jacqui knelt in the grass at the foot of Marc's grave, fresh flowers already placed on both grave sites. Her hands rested in her lap, fingers intertwined. The sun had started its slow descent into the west, casting dark shadows over the landscape. A few mourners visited their loved ones here and there, but, for the most part, Jacqui was alone.She had debated within herself about visiting the graves today. It was her habit to visit and talk to Marc as if they were sitting at the dining room table, discussing life choices and decisions together just as they did when he was alive. And that was what brought her here today. Life choices."I miss you," she whispered. "Things with the community center are going well. We should be breaking ground next week. I think you'd be happy with the way it's going." She wiped a stray tear from her cheek. She reached over and touched the cool ground on Maggie's grave. "I met a little boy this weekend. You would have had fun playing with him. His name wa
It's Wednesday. You know, Hump Day. Really? You're not going to make any sexual crack about wanting to celebrate?" He only laughed when Faith gave him shit that morning about not making a pass at her. "You know, you could really be hurting my self-esteem. I mean, I have become quite accustomed to men playing grab ass with me and you do still owe me a stripper pole back at the Brevard office. This new you is really quite boring.""I highly doubt anything I do or don't do could damage that self-esteem of yours. You break hearts; you don't get yours broken. And I know where to point to prove it." Morgan hadn't talked to Edwin in a while, but according to Neal the man was still pining away for the one that got away. However, Faith really didn't get away, because she was never Edwin's to begin with and she made that quite clear, in the beginning, that it was all a game to play. "And no, I think I'll pass on the sexual innuendos until after my first pot of coffee. I'm trying to keep this off
As she set the phone back in its cradle, she noticed Lily waiting on her, a playful grin on her face. "And just what are you grinning for?"Lily held a manila folder in her hands as she swayed her hips back and forth. Her smile turned to a giggle. "Oh, I don't know. Maybe because it's been so long since I've heard that tone in your voice."Cocking her head, her eyebrows pinched together in the middle of her forehead, Jacqui asked, "What tone is that?""Happiness." Lily set the folder down on Jacqui's desk. "You truly sound happy and I've been waiting on that tone for quite a while. You deserve it. And even I can admit, Morgan is yummy to look at. That man can walk by my desk in jeans anytime."Jacqui rolled her eyes as she reached for the folder. "You are being silly."Lily leaned on the desk, her ass now swaying where she stood, instead of just her hips, and by the look on her face, Jacqui was sure the next thing out of her assistant's mouth was going to make her blush. "C'mon. You c
Vince's whole body was tense, one taut muscle ready to snap. With a growl, he lowered his arm and released Justin's throat.Faith stepped in front of Kari and held her away from the men. Kari finally relented, fuming where she stood. "I told you..," she began screaming again, but Morgan held a hand up, silencing her.Reaching to Justin, he jerked the kid up by his shirt and dropped him onto his feet. "I do believe Miss Evans told you to stay away. Now I'm telling you." He leaned in, his face inches away from Justin's. "Leave. Her. Alone. Don't ever come back here. Don't go to her house. Don't call her. It's over. Move on. Or I won't stop Vince the next time he has your neck in a vise, and I'll give him an alibi for when they find your body. Do I make myself clear?"Justin's breathing came in heavy bursts. He was pissed, but he also knew he was beat. He gave Morgan a curt nod. "I don't want the skank anyway.""You son-of-a…" Kari reached for him. So did Vince, but Morgan stopped them bo
Morgan slid out of his truck and then reached into the bed for the equipment he needed to renovate Bert's bathroom. The night was slipping into darkness, stars poking out of their hiding spots as a chill breeze blew, making him zip his jacket a little more."Are they meeting you here?" Faith shut the passenger door of the truck and stood, taking in the wooden framework of the home."Later. She's bringing pizza from what she said. There's a key in a planter that will give us access." He started walking up the walkway. "You sure you want to watch me install handrails? You could be pulling the lever at a slot machine, losing your husband's money, instead."She laughed as she followed him. "That's exactly why I'm here and not there. Besides, I get you all alone in a house for a little while. Every girl's dream.""You've had me alone before. Are you saying once wasn't enough?" He dug the key out of the planter and opened the front door. "I'm glad to know I left an impression.""My first exp
She wasn't able to keep it from her father. He was more observant than she gave him credit for and the moment she had changed her routine, Bert knew it was more than a business meeting. Of course, she decided to go with painted-on jeans, instead of a skirt and that helped give her away. Finally, she confessed her plan for the evening—well, part of the plan. Her father didn't need to be privy to everything, after all. To her surprise, he didn't argue with her or demand to accompany her. Instead, he just said to bring him home some pizza.As she stood in the kitchen saying goodbye, she shifted in place, pulling down on the pant legs of her jeans in an attempt to keep them from riding up into her crotch. Her father chuckled from a chair at the kitchen table. She arched an eyebrow at him. "What?""I was wondering why you chose that outfit to begin with, if you were so uncomfortable, and then I remembered who you were going to see.""What does that mean? I wore jeans in case Mr. Brewer need
Morgan stared at her, still wiping his hands on the towel. "What do you mean? I'm fixing your dad's bathroom. What do you think is going on?"The other woman stepped into the kitchen, a soft smile on her face. "I think I know what she thinks is going on," she said. "And you're wrong," the woman added, directing her last statement at Jacqui.Morgan glanced at the other woman—the stranger—and then back at Jacqui. His expression remained confused a moment longer, and then the light bulb went off, causing his eyes to widen in surprise. "Oh…No!" He smiled as he took a step toward her. "Jacqui, I assure you that isn't what's happening here. This is Faith Greer," he said gesturing to the other woman. "We flew her in from the Brevard office to train my new staff. She's just keeping me company instead of being cooped up in her hotel room." He reached for Jacqui, tossing the towel onto the counter and placing his hands on her upper arms. "There's nothing exciting going on here except her handing