Around the World in 80 Men Series: Boxed Set 21-30 by Brandi Ratliff, Rebecca Ratliff Page A

around to face Ian. “Pizza,” she paused for a
moment, “and then you.”
    As
usual, Ian laughed at her boldness. “Pizza it is then.”
Morgan stood on her toes again and gave the man a kiss before he
pressed the button for the doors once more. “We don't have any
downstairs, but there is a great place not too far from here.”
The elevator doors opened and he stepped inside, but stopped them
from shutting. “Don't write too much about me while I'm gone,”
he joked and Morgan stuck her tongue out at the man as he disappeared
behind the heavy doors.
    “Well,
I could write that you're fantastic in bed, you have a great smile, a
perfect ass......” She giggled and shook her head back and
forth, then made her way into the kitchen. He was an easy client, she
had to give him that much. It was a good week for her to have a man
like that too. He only wanted physical company and she needed the
distraction from her real life drama anyway. It was a win-win.
    “But
boring,” she reminded herself of the fact that Ian was usually
away unless it came time to eat or play. Morgan poured herself a new
glass of wine and took a long sip. She was left to entertain herself,
which under the circumstances wasn't a bad thing either. If she
hadn't been given the time to think, she'd probably explode with
emotions.
    Morgan
took her wine with her back out to the balcony, then remembered her
scrapbook and stored that back in her bag before making herself
comfortable outside. The sky was absolutely beautiful, and Morgan
pulled out her phone to take a picture for Angel, but she noticed
she'd missed a message from the man himself. Stick, you gotta call
Fin. Or Sean. Just figure it out. You're driving my ass insane.
    “I'm
driving you insane!?” Morgan huffed and set her phone
down beside her. “I'm not calling either of them,” she
announced and crossed her arms in front of her, taking a stand
against her best friend who was hundreds of miles away.
    She
wondered why the hell she had just agreed to stay in for the day, and
Morgan promised herself to do some sightseeing very soon. In the
past, she wasn't one to sit around for too long, even when she could
barely afford to put gas in her old decrepit car. It was nice to get
back to parts of her old life that she loved, and mix them with her
new life that she was still learning about.
    Just as memories started to fill her mind of her prior apartment, and
all that she hated about it, her phone rang out from her back pocket.
“Angel!” Without looking, she answered the phone to
tell the man one more time that she didn't plan to call anyone.
    “I
told you, it's not going to happen... so stuff that in your wet
underoos!”
    “Lass?
My underoos aren't wet.” Finlay's sensual, and highly
humored voice left her speechless for several moments. “Yer
wee friend said ye needed te talk te me. I'm listening.”
Morgan sat on the lounge chair, feeling numb and angry at the same
time. Her words had to make a surface, she knew that much, so she
took a deep breath as she closed her eyes and willed the right ones
to leave her lips.
    “Fin...
I'm sorry he called you. I.. uh.. I just,” she had no idea
what Angel had said to him, so finding the right way to get the
information from him was making the situation that much worse, “I
told him that I missed you and he must have taken it a little too...
seriously. So.. how are you?” It was a terrible effort, but
it was all she had at the time. Finlay laughed into the phone and
easily held the conversation for her.
    “I
think yer friend is trying te play matchmaker. I can't say I mind
it, though.” It was way too easy, and she instantly wondered
what he meant by it.
    “He
just.. gets ahead of himself sometimes. He means well. So, what have
you been up to? Anything... interesting?” Morgan's eyes were
still closed tightly, and she tried her best not to hold her breath
after each word she spoke.
    “Eh,
Sean's mum's in the hospital. Not te worry, she'll