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
A knot formed in Jacqui's stomach as she entered the kitchen and noticed how beautiful the other woman was, her wheaten hair, her slim, yet curvy figure, firm breasts, and a smile that dropped a person's defenses. She looked beautiful—and not angry at Jacqui. Instead, Faith walked around the counter and took her hand. "Hi there. My name's Faith. Morgan's told me so much about you and, for the record, I told him he needed to warn you, but when do men ever listen."Jacqui smiled back, squeezing Faith's hand in greeting. "They don't. And I'm sorry my mind went…"Faith just laughed. "It's Morgan. My mind would've gone there as well. I love the blouse you have on, by the way. It's gorgeous.""It is at that," Morgan said, looking Jacqui up and down for the first time since she arrived. "Not your typical business attire. I'm glad you decided to relax some." His eyes settled on her cleavage and lingered a moment, a grin spreading across his lips. "I like it. Now I wish I would've left Faith a
Allowing her father to wheel himself ahead of her, she passed through the doors of Sharkie's, a small bar off Popp's Ferry with a rustic motif and an ancient feeling about it. Standing there a moment to allow her eyes to adjust to the dim lighting, she tried scanning the faces for Morgan or Lily, or anyone else she knew for that matter. While she had driven past the place a few times, she had never been inside, and unlike the bar she visited out by I-10, this one she could appreciate. The booths were quaint with leather couches and the tables were of an old finish that glistened when they were polished. The clientele was also of a higher caliber and not leftovers from the day labor place. "Jacqui!" Glancing in the direction her name had been shouted from, she spotted Morgan waving as he crossed the room to meet her. Behind him, she noticed Faith, Lily, Kari, Vince, and a few others she had not met yet. Faith's sendoff party had a decent turnout, it seemed. Her stomach did a small curl
Faith began telling Bert about life on the East Coast, Morgan filling in his comments here and there, as Jacqui half-listened. Her mind drifted to her parents, specifically her father at the moment. He just insinuated that he was having sex with Sophia and it wasn't so much that it bothered Jacqui because it was her housekeeper, but because her father had moved on with his life. He lost his wife only a year before she had lost Marc, and yet, here he was joking around about being with another woman. She knew he loved her mother. She witnessed his grief at her passing while she was deep in the throes of her own mourning over the loss of her mother. Yet, here he was getting on with his life while she was struggling with being stuck in the past. She couldn't just up and leave the memory of Marc and all they had shared, even though another great man stood in front of her, wanting to take the next step with her. Truth was, she wanted to take that step as well, but still had bouts of guilt ab
A knock came at Jacqui's office door and before she could give permission to enter, Lily sashayed in, her hands clasped in front of her. "I just thought I'd check on you, see if you needed stronger coffee…some aspirin…an ear to tell how the rest of your night went." Her eyebrows bounced up and down as her tongue grazed over her lips.Jacqui just laughed. "I'm not the one who went home with someone last night. I should be asking you for the dirty details." Lily had taken Faith back to her hotel at the casino before the party at Sharkie's ended. When Jacqui questioned Morgan about it, wondering about Faith being married, his response had been "Describing Faith's relationship is a lot more complicated than just saying she's married." Jacqui wasn't exactly sure what that meant and was afraid to ask for an explanation. However, when Lily arrived at work that morning, the personal assistant was in the best mood she had been in for a while. Of course, she said the same thing about Jacqui that