Saturday, July 26, 2014

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CHAPTER TWELVE
The next morning, Nick noticed that she was walking with more of a
pronounced limp. He started to ask her about it, but one look at her face told him
he’d live longer if he didn’t. Since she’d come in at seven-thirty, she’d not spoken
a single word to him and it was nearly five-thirty now. The only time he’d heard
from her was in email form and that was to give him an update to his schedule
change she’d made in regards to a cancelled appointment. Oh, and there was the
mumbled thank you when he’d given her her check at lunch time.
He realized he was hiding in his office at six, waiting for her to leave, when
he heard the door close to the main area. Nick had never hidden from a woman
in his life, especially one who worked for him.
He was just slipping on his jacket when his cell phone rang. Overseas call, he
thought, and answered with his first smile of the day.
“Bonjour, my friend. How’s France treating you?” He really liked André
Marcus, and was genuinely glad to hear from him.
“Ha, Nickolas! I was hoping to get your little cupcake. She is gone for the
day, yes? I sometimes forget the time changes.” Cupcake?
“Yes, but Marie no longer works for me, I’m sorry to say. I have a new
person.” He would have thought André would have called before now and
known about Morgan.
“Yes, yes. Morgan. Ah, she must be a vision. She speaks French like it is her
native tongue. I have so enjoyed speaking with her. She is very knowledgeable,
that one. I hope you keep her. Why, I have spent more money on the market
since she has been helping me with the paintings than I did before just to hear
her lovely voice. You must send me a photo of her, so that I may dream the
dreams of little boys about her.”
Nick sat down hard in his chair. She spoke French? And helped with
thirteenth century paintings? And he wasn’t even going to think about what he
meant about dreaming about her.
“You’ve talked to Morgan? In French?” He heard André chuckle and felt
himself blush. She worked for him and he knew nothing about her. It was all her
fault, too, going all day without saying a word. Of course, he’d been hiding in his
office all day and, which would not allow conversation. He was becoming an
idiot over a woman.
“Oui. I’m thinking I shall need to come to the United States and see this girl
for myself if she has the great Nickolas so flustered he doesn’t listen to her voice.
Maybe I will come and steal her away back to Paris with me. She will make a
nice addition to my collection, no?”
“No, I mean, no, you can’t have her. I...did you need anything from me,
André?” The two men talked for a little while longer and made a time for next
week to meet for dinner when Nick was going to be in Paris for an estate sale.
He was still stewing about it when he got downstairs to the main lobby and
David stepped in front of him. He’d apparently been trying to get his attention
for some minutes.
“I’m sorry, David. My mind is all over the place. What can I do for you?
Wait, I thought you got off at four on Fridays.” For some reason, it bothered him
that he knew that. He knew the man in the lobby’s schedule, but nothing about
the woman who worked beside him every day for the past few days.
“Yes, sir. I wanted to come in and tell you how sorry I am about Ms. Becky. I
should have called the workmen right away, but I thought it was a fluke. I
should have known better. Her having to spend all night in that stair well, I got
them out here right away this morning, sir. She won’t have any more issues with
that anymore.” He didn’t think he could handle any more problems with
Morgan “Cupcake” Becky tonight, but asked anyway.
“I’m sorry, I had to go to the police station last night and file a complaint
about Bambi Jenkins. I must have missed what happened with her. What did she
do now?” He was rubbing his chest again. The burning was nearly up to his
throat and he wanted a drink of water in the worst way.
“The door jammed again. She came down the stairs after work last night and
couldn’t get out of the well. Jeffrey didn’t find her until after midnight when he
was walking the stairs. Poor thing couldn’t hardly walk, her all kinked up and
all. But he didn’t touch her, no sir. I told them all not to. Must have been in there
for about six hours, I figured. But the door’s fixed up. I wanted you to know that
personally.” Nick could only stare at him for a few seconds. Then he thanked
him for taking care of the situation.
Morgan had hung up on Byron at six-thirty and Jeffrey hadn’t found her
until after midnight. Six hours. He suddenly realized why she was limping more
pronounced today. She’d probably been sitting on the stairs waiting for someone
to come and get her. And why wasn’t she using the elevator, for Christ’s sake? It
was right there. Or her cell phone? Come to think of it, did he even have her cell
phone number? No, he did not, he realized. Stubborn woman.
Well, she had a phone; he’d had it installed before she’d moved in. He
started dialing her phone number in her apartment as he made his way to his car.
It just rang and rang. Okay, it was Friday night; maybe she went to get her
something to eat, a pizza or something. It was payday, she probably had things
to do, he decided. Maybe she had a date. No, not a date. She wouldn’t be on a
date. She’d better not be on a date, he thought furiously. Frowning, he considered
why she couldn’t be on a date and that he didn’t want her to and decided she
just couldn’t be. She was getting a pizza to bring home.

“I’m sorry, Ms. Morgan, but your credit history is non-existent. You can’t
open a checking account, or any other account, without a credit report.” This was
the third bank she’d been to tonight. Her first paycheck and it might as well have
been a tissue for all the good it was doing her.
“You do realize that I can’t have a credit history without first having credit,
don’t you? I mean, no one will give me a credit card without a checking account.
Without a credit card, I can’t open a checking account. Do you see where this is
going?”
Morgan’s head hurt. And the woman was looking at her as if she didn’t have
a clue what she was talking about. Or, more likely, that she didn’t care. She had
her rules and she was following them, damn it.
Morgan left the bank and went to the bus station. She only had seventy-five
dollars left of the money she’d gotten from the prison and if she couldn’t cash
her check, she’d not be able to eat. She’d never used the company credit card
because the first time she had pulled it out, she realized she didn’t have a clue
how much the limit was, if it had a pin, or if they had to call Dr. Grant to get it
approved. So she put in back in her wallet and paid cash. The card was now in
the freezer in Byron’s apartment.
Morgan stared out at the building across from her and it took her a few
minutes to realize what the sign said. She walked across the street and went into
the bar. There was a seedy-looking man at the bar and two half-naked women
dancing on the stage.
“Hi. I was wondering about the bartending job that you have advertised. I
was hoping I could fill out an application.” The bartender looked at her, up then
down. After focusing on her breasts and licking his lips, he looked at her face.
“Might make more money on the stage if’n those are real.” He looked down
again as if judging if he could get away with testing the realness of them.
“No, thanks. Just the bar please. I used to tend a while ago, hummm about
five years now, I guess.” She wanted to leave, take a hot bath, and then burn her
clothes. But she needed money she could get to now.
“Okay, you’re hired. You fuck up, and you’ll be out the door right quick. Mr.
Mick don’t cotton to no slackers. Can you start right now? We’ll be getting the
Friday night crowd in soon and I need someone tonight.”
Tucking her bag behind the bar and putting on an apron, Morgan began her
career as a tap maid
Her first doctor’s appointment was the next morning. Dr. Mercer had been
all right with scheduling it for then. She said that she knew what it was like to
work full time and try to have a life too.
“How are you sleeping at night? I’ve read your file. I know that you had
frequent nightmares while you were inside.” She was a pretty lady, Morgan
thought. Her office was done up in summery colors of reds and blues. There
wasn’t a couch to lie down on, which she was profoundly glad for. She sat in a
regular chair across the desk from her as they got to know each other.
“All right. Nothing much to report.” She’d actually had a nightmare every
night since moving into Byron’s apartment, but she wasn’t telling anyone any
more than she had to. She’d had a shrink in prison, and had learned the hard
way not to say things you didn’t want everyone on the block to know.
“You don’t trust me. That’s okay, you have no reason to. But I am here to
help you adjust. Nick said that you were coming here under conditions of your
release. That isn’t completely true. You are free. You’ve been completely
exonerated of all the charges against you. You won’t be going back.” Morgan just
looked at her. She knew that when he’d told her, but she also needed a job.
They sat there for several minutes before Dr. Mercer spoke again. Morgan
could, and had, gone for days without speaking to another human; the quiet
didn’t bother her.
“Would you tell me about the rape, Morgan? I know that something like that
can have a profound effect on someone, and sometimes talking about it can make
it seem less intense.”
“No.” She waited for the threats or the soothing tones to get her to talk. She
wasn’t going to have share time with a perfect stranger.
“Then can you tell me about working for Dr. Grant? He is a very goodlooking
man, and I’ve heard his brothers are equally good-looking. Tell me about
him.”
“No. If you want a date with him, call me on Monday and I’ll make you an
appointment. I want to go. I’ve been here long enough.” She stood now and
walked to the door. She fully expected to be stopped, but Dr. Mercer didn’t say
anything other than she’d see her next Saturday at the same time.

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“She is not going to be my wife. In any way, Riss.” Riss nodded as Agon started pacing again. “I want to touch her. Feel her body close to mine and kiss her. I have a need to taste her mouth to see if it tastes as good as I think it might. Then there is my body. I cannot control it around her. I run so hot and hard that I feel as if the world knows that I need her in ways that are not right.”
“She will taste better than you can ever dream of, and her body will give you pleasure in ways you cannot imagine.” Agon stared at him for several seconds. “But you cannot touch her. She is your charge. If you do not wish to have her as your wife, then you must not touch her in any way. If you do…if you do, my friend, then there will be no turning back. For the touch of the woman you are to spend your days with will haunt you in ways that will make you want to end your life in order to be with her. Trust me on this. I am well aware of how your body will crave her, and you will stop at nothing to have her again and again.”
“I do not want her.” Riss nodded and could see that Agon was lying to him as much as he was himself. “She is beautiful and stubborn, but I do not want her. But I fear that it might be too late for me.”








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“Do you know what you are to me?” She shook her head as he whispered to her. His mouth was doing incredible things to her and she wanted more. “Mate? You’re my mate. Do you know what that means?”

Her body seemed to come alive at his words. She struggled to pull from him and he let her go, but he didn’t back off. She moved back from him as far as the wall and tried to get her mind to function again. She was not going to be his mate, not any man’s.

“You have to go. I won’t bother you anymore if you do the same for me.” He moved to within a foot of her and she put up her hands. “I don’t want you here. Please, you can’t want me as a mate. I don’t…I’m not even sure that this isn’t some ploy to get what you want. Or money. Is that it?” She looked up at him as he started cursing.
Hunter Emerson and his brothers answered the request of a pack looking for a new Alpha and moved to Sommersville. Since they were all Alphas, Hunter didn’t have the clue that he was the new Alpha until he arrived. It didn’t sit well with him at all that a woman held herself in recluse and wouldn’t answer and pledge herself to the new Alpha. What she could be doing there on that big estate with no one around to witness… His mind reeled with the possibilities―none of them good.
Slone Morris had an understanding with the local pack―leave her alone and she’d let the pack stay on her land free of charge. It was as simple as that. She didn’t deal well with people. But the new Alpha in town wouldn’t take “Fuck off” for an answer.

Slone’s past threatened to rear its ugly head at every turn. There was one―someone she thought she trusted―who didn’t want the past dredged back up. He was determined to stop her―at all cost…
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Friday, July 25, 2014

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“Do you know what you are to me?” She shook her head as he whispered to her. His mouth was doing incredible things to her and she wanted more. “Mate? You’re my mate. Do you know what that means?”

Her body seemed to come alive at his words. She struggled to pull from him and he let her go, but he didn’t back off. She moved back from him as far as the wall and tried to get her mind to function again. She was not going to be his mate, not any man’s.

“You have to go. I won’t bother you anymore if you do the same for me.” He moved to within a foot of her and she put up her hands. “I don’t want you here. Please, you can’t want me as a mate. I don’t…I’m not even sure that this isn’t some ploy to get what you want. Or money. Is that it?” She looked up at him as he started cursing.
Hunter Emerson and his brothers answered the request of a pack looking for a new Alpha and moved to Sommersville. Since they were all Alphas, Hunter didn’t have the clue that he was the new Alpha until he arrived. It didn’t sit well with him at all that a woman held herself in recluse and wouldn’t answer and pledge herself to the new Alpha. What she could be doing there on that big estate with no one around to witness… His mind reeled with the possibilities―none of them good.
Slone Morris had an understanding with the local pack―leave her alone and she’d let the pack stay on her land free of charge. It was as simple as that. She didn’t deal well with people. But the new Alpha in town wouldn’t take “Fuck off” for an answer.

Slone’s past threatened to rear its ugly head at every turn. There was one―someone she thought she trusted―who didn’t want the past dredged back up. He was determined to stop her―at all cost…





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Sunday, July 20, 2014

Chapter ELEVEN is Now Available To Read 



CHAPTER ELEVEN
“Grant Corporations, Morgan Becky speaking. May I help you?” Her voice
sounded okay, Morgan thought. She hadn’t known what to say when the phone
had rang earlier this morning, but Ms. Wayne had scribbled down the words
quickly for her. It was nearly two-thirty now and she’d spent a pleasant morning
getting set up and learning her job.
It was fairly easy so far. Dr. Grant had called at eleven, gave her his cell
phone number, and made sure she repeated it to him four times before he’d
hung up. He’d called twice more since then. She’d taken seven phone messages
and made him two appointments for the following day.
Morgan had found the spa day that he’d set up for her then She kept going
back to it and couldn’t for the life of her think what it had meant. He’d put her
name, correct this time, and “day at spa” with the name of the place. It would
probably be really nice, but she didn’t want to make a fool of herself and scream
when someone touched her. Morgan decided that he was really sweet to do it.
Strange, but sweet.
Ms. Wayne had given her the direct number to her desk, and if she needed
anything, to just call. Ms. Wayne had also left her a large book of information on
the company. It told her what Dr. Grant was a doctor of, finance, and how much
money he was presumably worth, seventy million and counting. It had also told
of his wife’s tragic death fourteen months into their marriage in a car accident
that had also taken the life of his father.
“Nicky there? I need to talk to him. Tell him it’s Bambi.” The voice on the
other end sounded just like a person would think a Bambi’d sound like. All highpitched
and squeaky voiced.
“I’m sorry, Ms. Bambi, but Dr. Grant isn’t in right now. But if you’d like, I
can take a message and give it to him when he returns.” There wasn’t a sound for
so long. She could hear her breathing, a mouth breather, so she knew she hadn’t
hung up.
“Did he tell you not to ring me through? I don’t like to be put off and he
damned well knows it. Put him on the phone or tell him I’m a’coming down
there to see him.” Suddenly, Bambi sounded less like a Bambi, and more like a
barracuda.
“No. He’s not here. But like I said, if I can take a message for you, I’ll make
sure he ...” Morgan hadn’t just been cut off, but snapped off like a twig.
“I’ll be down there in ten minutes. You tell him so.” And the phone was
suddenly whining at her.

The first thing she did was call David at the front desk. She warned him that
a Ms. Bambi was coming in with a full head of steam and demanding to speak to
Dr. Nickolas Grant. Then, as much as she hated to, she called the man himself.
“Dr. Grant, its Morgan Becky. A Ms. Bambi is on her way to the office
looking for you. She wanted to speak to you. I’ve made her aware that you aren’t
in, but that didn’t seem to stop her. I have let David know of her impending
arrival and her... hummm, mood, as well. Thank you.” Then, she hung up. She
didn’t want to tie up his line, nor the company line, and stated what she needed
to.
Looking at the caller ID, Morgan was surprised that Dr. Grant was calling
back. “Grant Corporations, Morgan Becky speaking. May I help...” She was
surprised when he was nearly spitting he was so angry.
“Don’t you ever fucking hang up on me ag...” She put the phone back on its
cradle. When it rang again, she almost didn’t answer it, but gave in. Maybe it
wasn’t him.
“Grant Corporations, Morgan...”
“I swear to Christ, if you fucking hang up...” She hadn’t done anything
wrong and didn’t believe he had the right to talk to her like that. It wasn’t the
language. She’d been in prison and heard much worse. It was his tone. She hung
up again. After the fourth time, he let her answer before he said anything.
“Grant Corporations, Morgan Becky speaking. May I help you?” She knew it
wasn’t him as soon as she put the receiver to her ear.
“Morgan, I would suggest you not hang up on him again. His face is a shade
of purple I’ve never seen before. Plus, you should see the foam coming from the
corner of his lips.” Byron’s voice was heavily laced with ill suppressed humor.
“Then tell him to talk to me in a civil tone, or not to call at all. I gave him the
information he needed. I’m not very good at cell phones and such. They weren’t
very prevalent when I went in the joint and I’m trying to get used to them. I’ve
had a really good day up until now and he’s not going to come back here and
ruin it. So tell him I said to fuck off, it’s six-thirty and I’m going home.” She hung
up the phone again and shut down his computer. Turned off the lights, locked
the door and walked down the ten flights of stairs to Byron’s apartment. When
she got to the correct floor, she couldn’t get out. The flipping door jammed again.
She sat down on the stairs and started crying.


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“She is not going to be my wife. In any way, Riss.” Riss nodded as Agon started pacing again. “I want to touch her. Feel her body close to mine and kiss her. I have a need to taste her mouth to see if it tastes as good as I think it might. Then there is my body. I cannot control it around her. I run so hot and hard that I feel as if the world knows that I need her in ways that are not right.”
“She will taste better than you can ever dream of, and her body will give you pleasure in ways you cannot imagine.” Agon stared at him for several seconds. “But you cannot touch her. She is your charge. If you do not wish to have her as your wife, then you must not touch her in any way. If you do…if you do, my friend, then there will be no turning back. For the touch of the woman you are to spend your days with will haunt you in ways that will make you want to end your life in order to be with her. Trust me on this. I am well aware of how your body will crave her, and you will stop at nothing to have her again and again.”
“I do not want her.” Riss nodded and could see that Agon was lying to him as much as he was himself. “She is beautiful and stubborn, but I do not want her. But I fear that it might be too late for me.”








Next new release is Hunter

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“Do you know what you are to me?” She shook her head as he whispered to her. His mouth was doing incredible things to her and she wanted more. “Mate? You’re my mate. Do you know what that means?”

Her body seemed to come alive at his words. She struggled to pull from him and he let her go, but he didn’t back off. She moved back from him as far as the wall and tried to get her mind to function again. She was not going to be his mate, not any man’s.

“You have to go. I won’t bother you anymore if you do the same for me.” He moved to within a foot of her and she put up her hands. “I don’t want you here. Please, you can’t want me as a mate. I don’t…I’m not even sure that this isn’t some ploy to get what you want. Or money. Is that it?” She looked up at him as he started cursing.
Hunter Emerson and his brothers answered the request of a pack looking for a new Alpha and moved to Sommersville. Since they were all Alphas, Hunter didn’t have the clue that he was the new Alpha until he arrived. It didn’t sit well with him at all that a woman held herself in recluse and wouldn’t answer and pledge herself to the new Alpha. What she could be doing there on that big estate with no one around to witness… His mind reeled with the possibilities―none of them good.
Slone Morris had an understanding with the local pack―leave her alone and she’d let the pack stay on her land free of charge. It was as simple as that. She didn’t deal well with people. But the new Alpha in town wouldn’t take “Fuck off” for an answer.

Slone’s past threatened to rear its ugly head at every turn. There was one―someone she thought she trusted―who didn’t want the past dredged back up. He was determined to stop her―at all cost…



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Sunday, July 13, 2014

Chapter Ten is Now Available To Read 



CHAPTER TEN
Nick didn’t expect her to show. It mattered little that she had signed the
contract and had taken the apartment; he knew her type. He looked down at the
file his investigator had given him yesterday at home and frowned. Well, he
amended, he thought he knew her type.
The detective had managed to dig up her entire file, including pictures of her
arrest and her penal file. He couldn’t for the life of him understand why she had
been convicted in the first place. She had obviously been a victim of the first
order. She hadn’t even been able to attend her own trial as she had been so
severely injured that she had been put into a medical coma for nearly three
months to heal. He was sure if she’d have had Devin as her lawyer, she never
would have seen the inside of a cell.
Nick had told her to be here at eight o’clock and he had come in at six-thirty
wanting to get caught up as much as he could. He heard her in the outer office
talking to David at six-fifty. He went to his office door and leaned against the
jamb, listening to them.
“If that door gives you anymore issues, just call downstairs and I’ll have
facilities see to it for you. No telling how long you’d have been stranded in there
if’n I hadn’t been doing my walk then.”
“Thanks, Mr. Tulles. I was really grateful to see you. Thank you again.”
David saw him first, and she jerked around when he straightened up and looked
over her shoulder.
“Morning, Dr. Grant. Ms. Becky had herself some problems with the door on
the stairwell.” David tipped his hat at the man and left.
Nick watched her walk to the little break area that the previous secretary had
insisted on having, and listened to the cabinet open then close. He assumed she
was putting her lunch away and she’d be out soon. He waited for five more
minutes before he went to see what she was doing and nearly plowed her over
when she finally came out.
“I’m sorry. I was...good morning, Dr. Grant. I’ll just get started.” She moved
around him and toward the desk. She was carrying that huge ass bag with her,
but other than that, she looked...very nice. He also noticed that she was still
limping. Not as badly as in the hospital, but noticeably.
“Do you need more time off? Let me take you down to see Damon. He’s a
good doctor and this could be serious. I won’t have you falling over here and
claiming Workman’s Comp.” He saw her stiffen at his words.
“Thank you for your nice concern, Dr. Grant, but I’ll be just fine.”

He flushed; he’d been neither nice nor concerned-sounding. He hadn’t meant
for it to come out quite like that and felt bad. “Ms. Becky, Morgan, I didn’t...” He
didn’t know what he’d been about to say, but she cut him off.
“Mrs. Wayne will be here soon. She’s going to set me up on the computer
with email and things. She asked me to have you make a list of the things you’d
like me to have access to of yours. I believe she mentioned your appointment
calendar and scheduler.”
Nick knew he was being dismissed, but didn’t know how to get out of it.
He’d been an ass and she wasn’t going to say anything. Fine! If that’s the way she
wanted it, then he’d go back in his office.
Nick sat at his desk for a solid three hours not doing a damned thing. He did
look online and booked Morgan a day at the spa. He didn’t tell her, of course, but
he did mark it on the calendar that they would share. He felt stupid for his
earlier comments and wanted to make up for it. When there was a knock at his
door, he bellowed for whoever it was to enter. He was surprised to see his
brother Byron.
“I can see you haven’t had your morning Joe yet. Wanna go down to the
corner and get some? My treat.” He had flopped down in one of the wingback
chairs that faced his desk and put his feet up.
“No. I have to make a list of things that my new secretary might need of
mine. You know, calendars and appointments for scheduling for me. Rachel is
going to set her up with her system today.” Why he sounded so petulant, he
didn’t know.
“Rachel Wayne? She just left. Maybe Morgan didn’t need your list after all.
Come on, go down with me. I need to have an old man with me so I look better
to the new waitress they got. She has nice...yeah. Go with me.” Nick stood to
leave and go with him when his cell phone went off.
“Hello! Grant.” Christ! He needed to get a grip. First mean, then grouchy,
now he was barking.
“Hello to you too. I was wondering if Morgan came in today. I...I wanted to
make sure she was settling in all right with you.” His mom. She had been upset
since he’d told her that he’d hired her and the conditions he’d put on her,
including her not speaking to her like that again.
“I guess. Rachel came over and just set her up. Whether she stays or not is
anyone’s guess. Byron and I are going down to the corner for some coffee and
women. Want me to bring you by anything?”
“Yes, thank you. I’d like a busty blonde, hold the large hips. And bring me
one of those caramel nutty buns too.”
Nick smiled. He wondered if any other mother in the world was anything
like her, and doubted it. She was definitely one of a kind.
“I’ll see what I can do.” He was walking toward the door as he hung up.
When he opened it, Morgan wasn’t at her desk. He knew instinctively that she
hadn’t left; her pink bag was still laying there where she had put it when she
came in. They were getting on the elevator and headed down when he realized
he hadn’t asked her if she wanted anything. Oh well, he’d get her a nutty bun
too.
He and Byron spent an enjoyable hour in the coffee shop. After his second
cup of plain coffee, he felt measurably better. He had them box up three of their
buns, two for his mother in one box, and one for Morgan in another. He then set
off to see his mom. On the drive over, he’d had his artistic brother draw her her
busty woman with tiny hips on her box.
“I don’t suppose you forgot to give Morgan your cell phone number before
we left, did you?” Byron said. Well, fuck! No wonder she’d not called him. She
couldn’t reach him.



Tune in next week for Chapter Eleven  




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