MVP
dare.”
    “Try me.” Seth looked her right in the eye.
    “Only if you get your hand off my ass.” Morgan tried to reach back to move his hand.
    “Nope.” Seth pulled her closer.
    She sighed. “Let’s negotiate.”
    He kissed her on top of her head. “I’m listening.”
    “We finish this dance like civilized adults, then we leave. I don’t think I can take any more of your trip down memory lane.”
    “Agreed.” Seth twirled her around.
     
     
     
    Seth led her out of the bar as Tate started an encore. He didn’t have to look back to know Penny was watching them leave. He put Morgan in the truck and drove off. For a few miles there was silence.
    “Morgan—”
    “She’s pretty. You two must have made an adorable couple in high school. Don’t tell me, you two were the king and queen of the prom?” Morgan put her finger up to her lips.
    He didn’t answer. He knew a verbal minefield when he heard one.
    “Don’t answer. I already know. You were Mr. All American and the two of you were voted most likely to get everything your perfect hearts ever wanted?” She reached to turn on the radio, but he caught her hand.
    Seth gave her a sideways glance. “Are you just letting off steam or deliberately trying to hurt my feelings?”
    “I honestly don’t know.” She exhaled, slow.
    “When you know which direction you’re taking this conversation, we’ll continue it.”
    “OK, I’ll take the category Hurt Blake’s Feelings for a thousand.” Morgan hit the dashboard as if it were a buzzer.
    Seth slammed on the breaks and pulled off the road. He unclipped his seat belt and pulled her to him.
    “I’m not getting murdered on the side of some Texas road by a serial killer. Can we go home please?” Morgan tried to squirm out of his grasp.
    “There’s nobody out here but us,” He murmured as he kept her still in a bear hug.
    “Yeah, the boyfriend always says that in slasher movies right before the maniac jumps out of the bushes. Home, please.”
    “Not until you tell me why you’re acting this way. This is not my Morgan.”
    “We don’t really know each other that well. Do we?”
    “Don’t give me that crap. We know each other. The day I met you, I felt like I’d known you my whole life.”
    “Then why don’t you know I’m feeling…vulnerable right now?” Her gaze drifted down, away from his. “I don’t know how other women handle meeting a husband’s ex flame but it’s a first for me. So much of what I feel for you is a first for me. To know you loved someone and you did an incredible thing for her, that just tells me how much she still means to you.”
    “My generosity to Penny in the past can’t hold a candle to the love I feel for you. I hope you don’t hold that against me. And I love you too much to let you think otherwise.” Seth ran his hand through her hair.
    “There are times when I think this is all so crazy. How we met. Why we stayed together.”
    “You said you would give us a chance.”
    Morgan looked back up at him, her gaze wary. “I did.”
    “Did you mean it?”
    “Of course I did. Especially after I saw my horse.” She laughed.
    “I knew that would seal the deal.”
    Morgan’s face softened. “No, the endless nights of bliss in bed with you is what sealed the deal. And you’re kind of cute in a cosmopolitan cowboy way.”
    He smiled. “So we’re leaving the past in the past. Right?”
    “Yes. I just hope it stays there.”
     

Chapter Three
     
     
    Seth was delighted that Morgan was in better spirits by the time they headed back to Philadelphia. He credited her change in mood to one last ride on Reed’s Fire before they drove to the airport. Morgan bid Reed’s Fire a woeful goodbye and promised to come back soon. Teri-Lyn drove them to the airport, gave them both a bear hug, and made them promise to come back soon so Morgan could meet the rest of the family.
    The stillness in the penthouse was welcoming to Seth. He noticed the relief on Morgan’s face

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