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pharmacy. I think they have some you can get over the counter.”
    “How come you know so much about being pregnant?” she asked.
    “Never mind. Eat. We have a lot to do today.” Morgan finished his meal and sat back.
    It made her nervous for him to watch her eat, but she was afraid to say anything to him about it, so she continued to take small bites in hopes she could finish most of it without getting sick. It wasn’t so much that it tasted bad—it was the texture that turned her stomach. If this was how it was going to be the entire time she was pregnant, she was in trouble.
    “I can’t possibly eat any more,” she said, letting her fork clatter to the plate.
    “Guess that will have to do then. Let’s get on the road. We’ll stop at the next larger town and do some shopping.”
    Amanda sighed in relief and stood up. For a second, she thought she might pass out. Morgan was by her side immediately, holding her up.
    “You okay? What’s wrong? You turned white all over.”
    “I just got a little dizzy there for a minute, that’s all. I’m fine now.” She shrugged his arm away and walked toward the front counter.
    Morgan caught up with her and took her elbow. “You probably stood up too quickly. You’re going to have to take it slower from now on.”
    She watched as he paid for their meal, then suffered his guiding her out to the bike. He had the helmet on her and fastened before she realized what he was doing.
    “Hey! I’m not an invalid. I can still take care of myself.”
    “You didn’t look like you were feeling well. If you don’t pay attention to what your body is telling you, then I will. You need to take it easy,” he said in a rough voice.
    They returned to the room and checked out. Morgan wanted to get on the road and find a store soon.
    He climbed on the bike and started it. Looking over his shoulder, he jerked his head, indicating she needed to climb on back. Amanda’s lips thinned in agitation, but she knew he was right, so she climbed on and fumed for the next twenty miles until they reached the next exit. By the time he’d pulled into the parking lot of a discount store, she had calmed down enough to be civil.
    “We should be able to find everything you need here.” Morgan led her inside and grabbed a buggy.
    “Hair color first,” Amanda said and headed in the direction of the hair care products.
    “What color do you want to try?” he asked.
    Amanda blew out a breath and sighed. “How about dark brown? It will cover the red without turning an odd color, I think. Oh, and we need scissors. I need to cut it, too.”
    “Fuck, I hate that.” Morgan shook his head.
    “It will grow back. It has to be done. I can’t afford for them to find me.”
    He took the supplies from her and dropped them in the buggy.
    “Where to next?” she asked.
    “Clothes, I’m hoping they have something a little tougher-looking. Your jeans are fine, but the blouses and girly T-shirt have to go.”
    Amanda fallowed him to the ladies’ apparel and searched through the various racks of clothes for something more to Morgan’s liking. Unfortunately, she didn’t find anything. Morgan, on the other hand, had a handful of things for her to try on. Taking a good look at them, she wasn’t surprised she hadn’t found anything. His taste ran along the line of trashy.
    “You expect me to wear these? I mean, they don’t exactly cover all of me,” she pointed out.
    “Not my idea of decent either, but it’s what we need in order to fit into the crowd we’ll be traveling with.”
    “Crowd? What crowd? You didn’t say anything about there being others.”
    “I figure the best way to stay under Guy’s radar is to be somewhere he won’t be looking for you. I doubt he would expect you to be riding in a biker gang.”
    Amanda swallowed, then swallowed again. “Um, no. He won’t expect that. I wouldn’t expect that.”
    “See, it will work. Plus, these guys are good friends and will help us if we need