jealousy and they can go take a flying leap—”
Michelle came bolting out of the bookstore and tugged on Morgan’s arm, leading her into the store. When the reporter and camera crew tried to follow, Michelle glared and held up a metal canister with a leather case. “I will use my pepper spray.”
A truck with the Regency symbol on it pulled up and began creating a perimeter around the door.
“I wasn’t finished,” Morgan huffed as Michelle guided her through the store and into the office.
“Oh, yes you were. I had a premonition about the conclusion of that passionate speech and it was going to end with several colorful expletives.” Michelle took her coat off for her and hung it up on the coat rack.
“Well, yes it was.”
“It’s my turn to talk you off the ledge. You did it for me when that racing groupie told that gossip rag that she and Tyler were together the night before our wedding.”
“I’m rethinking maturity. We should have found that skank and beat her down.”
“But you reminded me that I knew the truth, and Tyler went on the record and they uncovered her lie. We both know that Lamont has pushed every button he could to bait Seth. And Seth being Seth, a great husband and human being, reacted when he believed his wife was in danger. Some people want to make a big deal out of it.”
“I don’t want one of the highlights of his career to be this crap with Lamont.”
Michelle smiled. “Well, all the women I know are swooning even harder over him because he defended his woman. So he hasn’t lost any female fans.”
Morgan’s cell phone rang. She checked the display, it was Sydney. “Hi Sydney, what’s up? Are you kidding me? I’ll be right there.”
“What’s wrong?” Michelle asked.
“My family has Sydney cornered at my grandma’s house and want details about the fight. I haven’t been answering their calls. I have to go over there and put a stop to this. I’m sorry to duck out on you and I just got here.” Morgan put her coat back on.
“Go. Put out as many fires as you can.”
“You know, I think I’d rather talk to that television crew again than face a room full of Reed women.”
“Try not to use any expletives in front of your grandma,” Michelle advised.
Morgan laughed. “She’d probably send me to my room.”
* * *
The last thing she wanted to do was dash over to her grandma’s house to calm down her family. News of the incident with Lamont was going around like lightning. No one had the entire story, but the family agreed that Morgan being in the middle of it and almost miscarrying was all Charisma’s fault. By now the story had grown to gargantuan proportions. Morgan had now been pushed through a plate glass window and almost delivered on the spot and Seth had beat Lamont within an inch of his life. The latter was kind of true, but that didn’t mean people had to go around repeating it.
Although Charisma was the last person she wanted to defend to the rest of the family, the public lynch mob that was gathering for her was wrong too. She got out of the Range Rover as gracefully as she could and walked up the steps to her grandmother’s house. Sydney came out and greeted her on the porch.
Morgan kissed her. “How’s the weather in there?”
“Cloudy with a high chance of snark.”
Morgan laughed. “That explains why you look like you want to want to smoke a cigarette.”
“I can only take so much of a room full of women who are determined to make up their minds about something they know nothing about. They haven’t even heard the full story.”
“Let’s go in and set the record straight.” Morgan linked arms with Sydney.
When Morgan stepped into her grandmother’s living room, she saw the family had set up a command central with their laptops and cell phones out, talking about the various reports of the incident. Grandma Reed was sitting on the couch sipping on tea. It was way past her nap time, but she looked like she was
Michelle came bolting out of the bookstore and tugged on Morgan’s arm, leading her into the store. When the reporter and camera crew tried to follow, Michelle glared and held up a metal canister with a leather case. “I will use my pepper spray.”
A truck with the Regency symbol on it pulled up and began creating a perimeter around the door.
“I wasn’t finished,” Morgan huffed as Michelle guided her through the store and into the office.
“Oh, yes you were. I had a premonition about the conclusion of that passionate speech and it was going to end with several colorful expletives.” Michelle took her coat off for her and hung it up on the coat rack.
“Well, yes it was.”
“It’s my turn to talk you off the ledge. You did it for me when that racing groupie told that gossip rag that she and Tyler were together the night before our wedding.”
“I’m rethinking maturity. We should have found that skank and beat her down.”
“But you reminded me that I knew the truth, and Tyler went on the record and they uncovered her lie. We both know that Lamont has pushed every button he could to bait Seth. And Seth being Seth, a great husband and human being, reacted when he believed his wife was in danger. Some people want to make a big deal out of it.”
“I don’t want one of the highlights of his career to be this crap with Lamont.”
Michelle smiled. “Well, all the women I know are swooning even harder over him because he defended his woman. So he hasn’t lost any female fans.”
Morgan’s cell phone rang. She checked the display, it was Sydney. “Hi Sydney, what’s up? Are you kidding me? I’ll be right there.”
“What’s wrong?” Michelle asked.
“My family has Sydney cornered at my grandma’s house and want details about the fight. I haven’t been answering their calls. I have to go over there and put a stop to this. I’m sorry to duck out on you and I just got here.” Morgan put her coat back on.
“Go. Put out as many fires as you can.”
“You know, I think I’d rather talk to that television crew again than face a room full of Reed women.”
“Try not to use any expletives in front of your grandma,” Michelle advised.
Morgan laughed. “She’d probably send me to my room.”
* * *
The last thing she wanted to do was dash over to her grandma’s house to calm down her family. News of the incident with Lamont was going around like lightning. No one had the entire story, but the family agreed that Morgan being in the middle of it and almost miscarrying was all Charisma’s fault. By now the story had grown to gargantuan proportions. Morgan had now been pushed through a plate glass window and almost delivered on the spot and Seth had beat Lamont within an inch of his life. The latter was kind of true, but that didn’t mean people had to go around repeating it.
Although Charisma was the last person she wanted to defend to the rest of the family, the public lynch mob that was gathering for her was wrong too. She got out of the Range Rover as gracefully as she could and walked up the steps to her grandmother’s house. Sydney came out and greeted her on the porch.
Morgan kissed her. “How’s the weather in there?”
“Cloudy with a high chance of snark.”
Morgan laughed. “That explains why you look like you want to want to smoke a cigarette.”
“I can only take so much of a room full of women who are determined to make up their minds about something they know nothing about. They haven’t even heard the full story.”
“Let’s go in and set the record straight.” Morgan linked arms with Sydney.
When Morgan stepped into her grandmother’s living room, she saw the family had set up a command central with their laptops and cell phones out, talking about the various reports of the incident. Grandma Reed was sitting on the couch sipping on tea. It was way past her nap time, but she looked like she was
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