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started rattling off names. Most of them were women who gave her dismissive looks at the team parties because she wasn’t interested in trading fashion tips and interior design details about the penthouse.
    Morgan knew Jocelyn wouldn’t ask if she didn’t think it was important, but the prospect of being on national TV scared the crap out of her. She still had to ask Michelle to do internet searches of photos of her and Seth because she still didn’t have the stomach for it. But Jocelyn was right. It would be great exposure for her charity, Reading Builds Bridges.
    “OK, I’ll do it. But don’t get upset if I toss my cookies on national TV.”
    Jocelyn chuckled. “Still having morning sickness?”
    “No, that’s my general reaction when I see a camera.”
    Jocelyn laughed. “You’ll be fine.”
    Morgan and Jocelyn brainstormed into the afternoon and agreed to meet again after Jocelyn reached out to a few more people.
    Finally, Seth came to the suite to retrieve her.
    He slipped his arm around her shoulders. “So, how was the lunch date?”
    “She wants me to be on Match Wits to raise money for team charities.”
    “And what did you say?”
    “Yes. The babies started line dancing in my stomach when they heard the word television.”
    Seth laughed and opened the car door for her. “Well, the Blake men aren’t camera shy.”
    “Don’t I know it.” She hit him on the arm. “How was practice? I saw you talking to the coach.”
    “And I saw Patton blowing kisses at you, and Lamont waved, but you didn’t respond.”
    Morgan raised an eyebrow. “How the hell did you see that? You weren’t even looking in my direction.”
    “I have excellent peripheral vision when it comes to a man trying to get my wife’s attention.”
     
    * * *
     
     
    It had been three days since the bypass surgery and Morgan’s father was recovering well.
    “Hey, Dad.” Morgan said as she put her purse down on the chair and gave him a kiss.
    “There’s my beautiful daughter. Have you ever seen such a radiant pregnant woman?” he asked the nurse changing his I.V. bags.
    “No, I have not Mr. Reed.” The nurse smiled at Morgan.
    “She’s having twin boys, isn’t that incredible?”
    Morgan took the cover off his food tray to make sure he’d eaten his lunch. “If you’re smooth talking, that means you feel good.”
    He smiled at her. “I’m getting there.”
    The nurse finished up and promised to check on her father in an hour. Morgan fluffed his pillows, adjusted the blinds and watered the flowers scattered around the room.
    “So how do you feel?” she finally asked.
    He shrugged. “Like someone opened me up like a Christmas turkey.”
    “If you want to get out of here, you better add more life-affirming words to your vocabulary.”
    “The doctor said I may be able to go home in a few days.”
    “That soon? That’s great. I’ll help Sydney get the house ready.”
    “What’s to get ready?”
    “We just want to make sure you have everything you need.” Morgan narrowed her eyes. “And get rid of everything that’s bad for you. So no more beer, steaks, and anything dipped in butter.”
    “Why don’t you just give me baby food?” he huffed.
    “That would be a sight. The twins sharing a jar of pureed carrots with their grandpa. Can’t you at least pretend to be a good recovering patient? Or is this a prelude to you ignoring the doctor’s orders?”
    “No, I just don’t want people fussing over me. I want to get back to normal.”
    “But things aren’t normal. We almost lost you.”
    “I’m not going anywhere.”
    Morgan sniffed. “You better not.”
    “I wouldn’t miss meeting my new grandbabies. Jake and I are taking our first fishing trip next summer. I thought it would be nice tradition to start with him. I still have your old fishing pole in the garage.”
    “I think those fishing trips were the only time we didn’t fight,” she said with a laugh.
    “When things get back to normal, I’d like