boss down in a lawsuit? Come on, you’re braver than that!”
When Ian put it that way, she could see his point. Still, the
thought of riding in his car to one of the Italian restaurants – which had
romantic atmospheres – she quailed at the thought. She’d only allowed herself
to get involved in a significant relationship twice before now. And . . . the
lawsuit . . .
“I’ll do this, Ian. I’ll go out with you and we can discuss
things. But . . .”
“Awww, so there’s a ‘but.’ Okay, what is it?”
“We can discuss things, but until the lawsuit is decided one way
or the other, I’d rather hold off on . . . anything more,” Morgan said, feeling
breathless.
Ian was silent for a few long, slow beats. Then, “Okay. That’s
fair enough. I can understand you not wanting to be distracted while you’re
fighting that goof. Man, he’s an idiot!”
Morgan laughed. “I agree! A goof with one of the best attorneys in
town, according to Rick.”
“Oh, man, what’s that going to mean for you?”
“I just need to get my managing editors to agree to talk to Rick
to show proof of my good professional character . . .”
“Give Rick my number. I’ll gladly add my information to theirs.”
“Really, Ian? I will, thanks!”
“Truthfully, I’ve gotten to know a helluva good writer who sticks
to her guns when it comes to what she’s written. She’s ethical. And she’s
damned sexy, too.” Ian said the last in a low, gravelly voice.
Morgan, hearing the last sentence and how it was said, totally
lost her ability to breathe and think. Squeezing her eyes shut, she forced
herself to respond.
“Well, thank you. Uh, getting back to your request for a date
– where and when?”
“This Saturday, 6:30, your choice of Lorenzo’s or Si Bistro.
We’re limited to one Lorenzo’s, since every single last one of them but the
University Avenue has closed, dammit!”
Morgan, caught by surprise, laughed. “Okay! I’ll think about
where I’d like to go . . .”
“And dress up. I’ll be proud to walk into any restaurant with you
– you’re beautiful, woman.”
Morgan shook her head. Ian’s point-blank statement was out of
character – or was it? “Okay, but be prepared. I clean up real good when I’m
not in jeans and casual tops.”
“That’s what I thought.”
“And you? What’ll you be wearing?” Morgan wondered.
“Dress shirt, slacks, maybe a tie. I’ll be looking different,
too,” said Ian.
This may be a mistake, but it’s one I’m looking forward to!
Morgan smiled softly. “Okay. I’ll be ready. I’d better go.” Before I melt into
a puddle right here in my living room.
Chapter 7
Morgan was in bed, thinking of Ian and any relationship that
might develop between them. Her eyelids grew heavy and she fell asleep . . .
She was sitting in a large, sunny room with her desk at one end.
The furniture was comfy and the room was filled with several green plants. She
looked up and Ian walked in, carrying several sheafs of paper in one hand. He
walked over to her and gave her a long, searching kiss. Morgan, looking at his
hand, saw a wedding band on his ring finger. Shocked, she looked at her own
left hand – she was wearing an engagement ring and wedding band. She
looked at Ian in shock and he smiled mysteriously and shrugged.
“So, how long do you think it’ll be before you have those stories
finished? Your deadline’s the end of this week,” he said.
Morgan, dragging her mind back to her work, looked at her
progress.
“I should be done by tomorrow before the end of the day. I have a
ton of work coming in that I need to work on with Mia.”
“Okay, I’ll be done with these sometime tomorrow. I’ll start on
yours when you’re done. Hey, before I forget – I think you got a settlement
check from Rick in the mail. I brought that in a little while ago – go take a
look!”
Morgan’s eyes rounded. If the check had come in, she could buy an
iMac computer with a large
When Ian put it that way, she could see his point. Still, the
thought of riding in his car to one of the Italian restaurants – which had
romantic atmospheres – she quailed at the thought. She’d only allowed herself
to get involved in a significant relationship twice before now. And . . . the
lawsuit . . .
“I’ll do this, Ian. I’ll go out with you and we can discuss
things. But . . .”
“Awww, so there’s a ‘but.’ Okay, what is it?”
“We can discuss things, but until the lawsuit is decided one way
or the other, I’d rather hold off on . . . anything more,” Morgan said, feeling
breathless.
Ian was silent for a few long, slow beats. Then, “Okay. That’s
fair enough. I can understand you not wanting to be distracted while you’re
fighting that goof. Man, he’s an idiot!”
Morgan laughed. “I agree! A goof with one of the best attorneys in
town, according to Rick.”
“Oh, man, what’s that going to mean for you?”
“I just need to get my managing editors to agree to talk to Rick
to show proof of my good professional character . . .”
“Give Rick my number. I’ll gladly add my information to theirs.”
“Really, Ian? I will, thanks!”
“Truthfully, I’ve gotten to know a helluva good writer who sticks
to her guns when it comes to what she’s written. She’s ethical. And she’s
damned sexy, too.” Ian said the last in a low, gravelly voice.
Morgan, hearing the last sentence and how it was said, totally
lost her ability to breathe and think. Squeezing her eyes shut, she forced
herself to respond.
“Well, thank you. Uh, getting back to your request for a date
– where and when?”
“This Saturday, 6:30, your choice of Lorenzo’s or Si Bistro.
We’re limited to one Lorenzo’s, since every single last one of them but the
University Avenue has closed, dammit!”
Morgan, caught by surprise, laughed. “Okay! I’ll think about
where I’d like to go . . .”
“And dress up. I’ll be proud to walk into any restaurant with you
– you’re beautiful, woman.”
Morgan shook her head. Ian’s point-blank statement was out of
character – or was it? “Okay, but be prepared. I clean up real good when I’m
not in jeans and casual tops.”
“That’s what I thought.”
“And you? What’ll you be wearing?” Morgan wondered.
“Dress shirt, slacks, maybe a tie. I’ll be looking different,
too,” said Ian.
This may be a mistake, but it’s one I’m looking forward to!
Morgan smiled softly. “Okay. I’ll be ready. I’d better go.” Before I melt into
a puddle right here in my living room.
Chapter 7
Morgan was in bed, thinking of Ian and any relationship that
might develop between them. Her eyelids grew heavy and she fell asleep . . .
She was sitting in a large, sunny room with her desk at one end.
The furniture was comfy and the room was filled with several green plants. She
looked up and Ian walked in, carrying several sheafs of paper in one hand. He
walked over to her and gave her a long, searching kiss. Morgan, looking at his
hand, saw a wedding band on his ring finger. Shocked, she looked at her own
left hand – she was wearing an engagement ring and wedding band. She
looked at Ian in shock and he smiled mysteriously and shrugged.
“So, how long do you think it’ll be before you have those stories
finished? Your deadline’s the end of this week,” he said.
Morgan, dragging her mind back to her work, looked at her
progress.
“I should be done by tomorrow before the end of the day. I have a
ton of work coming in that I need to work on with Mia.”
“Okay, I’ll be done with these sometime tomorrow. I’ll start on
yours when you’re done. Hey, before I forget – I think you got a settlement
check from Rick in the mail. I brought that in a little while ago – go take a
look!”
Morgan’s eyes rounded. If the check had come in, she could buy an
iMac computer with a large
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