is.”
As Fox
snickered, Laura frowned at her daughter. “Let the man go home, Morgan,” she
lifted her eyebrows. “You and I have a busy day tomorrow as well. You need to
go to bed.”
“Actually,” Fox
spoke up, “I’m off tomorrow. This really is a fascinating piece of work and I’d
like to stay and finish it if I can.”
Laura appeared
dubious. “I don’t care if you stay, but don’t let Morgan force you.”
Fox squeezed
Morgan’s hand, still in his grip. “She’s not; I promise.”
Laura still
wasn’t convinced but didn’t argue. “Well,” she said slowly, her gaze moving
between the two. “If he gets too tired, we’ve got eleven bedrooms he can take
his pick from. Don’t let him drive home if he’s too sleepy.”
The last
sentence was directed at Morgan, who merely nodded. “I won’t, I promise. He
can have the haunted bedroom.”
Fox lifted an
eyebrow, though he was grinning. “Thanks a bunch,” he said dryly.
Laura was back
to smiling now that everything was settled and bid them a good night with the
admonishment that Morgan not keep the man up all night. Then she disappeared,
leaving Morgan still hugging Fox’s shoulder with her cheek on his head. When
Morgan tried to move, he gripped her hand tightly so she couldn’t pull away.
“Where are you
going?” he asked quietly.
She grinned. “To
go lie back down on the couch.”
“Why?”
“Because I can’t
sit here. I’ll be in your way.”
“Sitting on my
lap might be in my way, but you’re not in my way at all.”
She was silent a
moment. “Do you want me to stay?”
It was another
leading question but one that had brought all of their flirting to a head.
Finally, the question had been presented and it was up to Fox to respond. He
turned to look at her, the grin gone from his face but his black eyes blazing
with warmth and attraction.
“Haven’t I made
that obvious?”
Morgan gazed
steadily at him before a smile crossed her lips. “I’d say you’ve been flirting
pretty heavily with me since you showed up this afternoon at Bromley Cross.”
“Want me to
stop?”
“No.”
His grin was
back. “That’s good,” he pulled the hand he was still gripping to his lips and
kissed it gently. “Because I won’t. I’m a sucker for a woman with dimples.”
Morgan’s heart
began thumping so hard that it nearly burst through her ribs. She couldn’t
breathe. Gazing into his obsidian-colored eyes, she finally burst into snorts.
“Are you like
this with all the girls, Dr. Henredon?” she asked frankly. “Because, quite
honestly, you’ve done nothing but charm the socks off of me since you showed up
this afternoon. Is that usual behavior with you or am I reading too much into
it?”
His dark eyes
glittered. “I’m not like this with all the girls. And my name is Fox.”
“So you’re
saying that you’re just like this with me?”
“Only women I
find blindingly beautiful, of which you are the only one.” He gazed at her,
pulling back a little. “If I’ve overstepped myself, I apologize. Every time I
look at you, I just can’t help myself.”
She smiled
faintly. “You’re pretty cute yourself.”
He returned her
smile. “I’m glad you think so,” he said, suddenly feeling the urge to be
completely forthright. The situation called for it. “Look, I’ll be honest; the
moment I saw you come into the museum, I thought you were the most beautiful
woman I’d ever seen. I came out here today for a lot of reasons; I felt bad
about cutting our meeting so short, about not being able to help you, but I
also came because I wanted to help you if I could and I just felt drawn to see
you again. Now, that may be completely out of line because even though you
said you weren’t married, surely you have a boyfriend and I’m sorry if I’m
crossing boundaries. But I just can’t help it.”
She was smiling
openly at him, touched by his honestly. “I don’t have a boyfriend,” she said
softly.
As Fox
snickered, Laura frowned at her daughter. “Let the man go home, Morgan,” she
lifted her eyebrows. “You and I have a busy day tomorrow as well. You need to
go to bed.”
“Actually,” Fox
spoke up, “I’m off tomorrow. This really is a fascinating piece of work and I’d
like to stay and finish it if I can.”
Laura appeared
dubious. “I don’t care if you stay, but don’t let Morgan force you.”
Fox squeezed
Morgan’s hand, still in his grip. “She’s not; I promise.”
Laura still
wasn’t convinced but didn’t argue. “Well,” she said slowly, her gaze moving
between the two. “If he gets too tired, we’ve got eleven bedrooms he can take
his pick from. Don’t let him drive home if he’s too sleepy.”
The last
sentence was directed at Morgan, who merely nodded. “I won’t, I promise. He
can have the haunted bedroom.”
Fox lifted an
eyebrow, though he was grinning. “Thanks a bunch,” he said dryly.
Laura was back
to smiling now that everything was settled and bid them a good night with the
admonishment that Morgan not keep the man up all night. Then she disappeared,
leaving Morgan still hugging Fox’s shoulder with her cheek on his head. When
Morgan tried to move, he gripped her hand tightly so she couldn’t pull away.
“Where are you
going?” he asked quietly.
She grinned. “To
go lie back down on the couch.”
“Why?”
“Because I can’t
sit here. I’ll be in your way.”
“Sitting on my
lap might be in my way, but you’re not in my way at all.”
She was silent a
moment. “Do you want me to stay?”
It was another
leading question but one that had brought all of their flirting to a head.
Finally, the question had been presented and it was up to Fox to respond. He
turned to look at her, the grin gone from his face but his black eyes blazing
with warmth and attraction.
“Haven’t I made
that obvious?”
Morgan gazed
steadily at him before a smile crossed her lips. “I’d say you’ve been flirting
pretty heavily with me since you showed up this afternoon at Bromley Cross.”
“Want me to
stop?”
“No.”
His grin was
back. “That’s good,” he pulled the hand he was still gripping to his lips and
kissed it gently. “Because I won’t. I’m a sucker for a woman with dimples.”
Morgan’s heart
began thumping so hard that it nearly burst through her ribs. She couldn’t
breathe. Gazing into his obsidian-colored eyes, she finally burst into snorts.
“Are you like
this with all the girls, Dr. Henredon?” she asked frankly. “Because, quite
honestly, you’ve done nothing but charm the socks off of me since you showed up
this afternoon. Is that usual behavior with you or am I reading too much into
it?”
His dark eyes
glittered. “I’m not like this with all the girls. And my name is Fox.”
“So you’re
saying that you’re just like this with me?”
“Only women I
find blindingly beautiful, of which you are the only one.” He gazed at her,
pulling back a little. “If I’ve overstepped myself, I apologize. Every time I
look at you, I just can’t help myself.”
She smiled
faintly. “You’re pretty cute yourself.”
He returned her
smile. “I’m glad you think so,” he said, suddenly feeling the urge to be
completely forthright. The situation called for it. “Look, I’ll be honest; the
moment I saw you come into the museum, I thought you were the most beautiful
woman I’d ever seen. I came out here today for a lot of reasons; I felt bad
about cutting our meeting so short, about not being able to help you, but I
also came because I wanted to help you if I could and I just felt drawn to see
you again. Now, that may be completely out of line because even though you
said you weren’t married, surely you have a boyfriend and I’m sorry if I’m
crossing boundaries. But I just can’t help it.”
She was smiling
openly at him, touched by his honestly. “I don’t have a boyfriend,” she said
softly.
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