that wouldn’t solve anything. It was necessary to show the world that life went on for the Blakes, even if she didn’t feel that way.
After getting a consultation from the best sports medicine doctor on the east coast, Seth had gone back to practice today, and she knew what he regretted the most was that all the hard work he’d put in to make the team cohesive would go down the drain because of this off field distraction. Lamont had always hated that the team loved Seth and that he could rally them and coax a good performance out of them.
The secretary thanked her for the contribution. The rest of the school staff just smiled and waved like they normally did when they saw her. Food fight avoided, she climbed back into the Range Rover and pulled off, headed for the bookstore. She and Michelle had to plan for the holiday season. Their dynamo employee Avery was away at school and wouldn’t be able to work until the week of Christmas. Avery had told her she was enjoying school and making new friends, but she was perplexed by the one-eighty Wyatt had done since the wedding. He watched over her and gave her rides to the ranch on the weekend but the flirting had stopped. Avery didn’t know that Wyatt got the talking to of a lifetime about pursuing the young Ms. Reed, and Morgan wasn’t prepared to tell her that the overprotective Blake men were the reason why. Her niece thought she’d escaped that overbearing behavior when she left Philadelphia.
The sound of the phone ringing brought Morgan out of Avery and Wyatt’s young love dilemma. She looked at the display on the dashboard. It was Michelle.
“Morgan, where are you?”
“I know, I’m running late. I had to drop off the cupcakes at the boys’ school for the bake sale tomorrow.”
“Never mind that. You may want to take a detour today. There are some camera crews outside the bookstore. I already tossed one reporter hussy and her cameraman out. I called Sam and asked her what to do, she’s sending someone from Regency’s Philadelphia office over here.”
“No worries. I’m almost at the store. I can handle it.” Morgan parked the SUV a few blocks away and stamped down the street toward the mob. It was nippy outside, but she left her coat open so she could set the stage for her shot on camera. If being with Seth all these years had taught her anything, it was that the first image that appeared on screen often told the story, not the dialogue that followed it. The picture of a pregnant woman being hassled was sure to make a statement.
A reporter rushed up the street to meet her and thrust a microphone in her face. “Morgan Blake, do you care to comment on the fight between your husband and Lamont Brayer?”
“Don’t you have something better to do than harass pregnant women trying to get to work?” Morgan intentionally stopped and rubbed her hand over her belly for the camera.
“There have been rumors that a pretty nasty fight occurred at your party Saturday night.”
“Well, if you heard it, then it must be true, right?” Morgan grumbled and kept moving toward the door.
“Do you think Seth’s image as a golden boy has been ruined with his recent thuggish behavior?”
Morgan stopped and whipped her head around. “My husband has had an exemplary career as a football player and no alleged skirmish with a teammate is going to change his legacy. He’s a consummate professional who works hard every time he steps onto the field and has been a shining example of what the sport embodies. But why focus on that when you can gossip about him? I think people who have always been trying to debunk this golden boy image are reveling in this incident as a way to discredit him somehow. I don’t see anybody asking if Lamont’s legacy will be tainted after allegedly getting his ass kicked after menacing a woman who was clearly trying to get away from him. Anyone who wants to take pot shots at Seth Blake, feel free to do so, he can take it. It’s all petty
After getting a consultation from the best sports medicine doctor on the east coast, Seth had gone back to practice today, and she knew what he regretted the most was that all the hard work he’d put in to make the team cohesive would go down the drain because of this off field distraction. Lamont had always hated that the team loved Seth and that he could rally them and coax a good performance out of them.
The secretary thanked her for the contribution. The rest of the school staff just smiled and waved like they normally did when they saw her. Food fight avoided, she climbed back into the Range Rover and pulled off, headed for the bookstore. She and Michelle had to plan for the holiday season. Their dynamo employee Avery was away at school and wouldn’t be able to work until the week of Christmas. Avery had told her she was enjoying school and making new friends, but she was perplexed by the one-eighty Wyatt had done since the wedding. He watched over her and gave her rides to the ranch on the weekend but the flirting had stopped. Avery didn’t know that Wyatt got the talking to of a lifetime about pursuing the young Ms. Reed, and Morgan wasn’t prepared to tell her that the overprotective Blake men were the reason why. Her niece thought she’d escaped that overbearing behavior when she left Philadelphia.
The sound of the phone ringing brought Morgan out of Avery and Wyatt’s young love dilemma. She looked at the display on the dashboard. It was Michelle.
“Morgan, where are you?”
“I know, I’m running late. I had to drop off the cupcakes at the boys’ school for the bake sale tomorrow.”
“Never mind that. You may want to take a detour today. There are some camera crews outside the bookstore. I already tossed one reporter hussy and her cameraman out. I called Sam and asked her what to do, she’s sending someone from Regency’s Philadelphia office over here.”
“No worries. I’m almost at the store. I can handle it.” Morgan parked the SUV a few blocks away and stamped down the street toward the mob. It was nippy outside, but she left her coat open so she could set the stage for her shot on camera. If being with Seth all these years had taught her anything, it was that the first image that appeared on screen often told the story, not the dialogue that followed it. The picture of a pregnant woman being hassled was sure to make a statement.
A reporter rushed up the street to meet her and thrust a microphone in her face. “Morgan Blake, do you care to comment on the fight between your husband and Lamont Brayer?”
“Don’t you have something better to do than harass pregnant women trying to get to work?” Morgan intentionally stopped and rubbed her hand over her belly for the camera.
“There have been rumors that a pretty nasty fight occurred at your party Saturday night.”
“Well, if you heard it, then it must be true, right?” Morgan grumbled and kept moving toward the door.
“Do you think Seth’s image as a golden boy has been ruined with his recent thuggish behavior?”
Morgan stopped and whipped her head around. “My husband has had an exemplary career as a football player and no alleged skirmish with a teammate is going to change his legacy. He’s a consummate professional who works hard every time he steps onto the field and has been a shining example of what the sport embodies. But why focus on that when you can gossip about him? I think people who have always been trying to debunk this golden boy image are reveling in this incident as a way to discredit him somehow. I don’t see anybody asking if Lamont’s legacy will be tainted after allegedly getting his ass kicked after menacing a woman who was clearly trying to get away from him. Anyone who wants to take pot shots at Seth Blake, feel free to do so, he can take it. It’s all petty
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