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that she wasn’t accosted by the staff asking her if she needed any help. As soon as they stepped off the elevator Seth wanted to go straight to bed but ringing phones and Morgan’s tummy had other plans. He’d turned on his business cell phone when they landed in Philadelphia and was bombarded with seventeen messages. Most of the messages he assumed were about the commercial he was shooting in a few days for a new endorsement deal he had with a sports drink company. He made calls while Morgan went into the kitchen to fix them dinner.
     
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    Seth placed his iPhone in the docking station on the kitchen counter and put on one of Tate’s songs. Not a bad way to end the day, a quiet dinner at home. “Sorry about all those calls.”
    “I know it comes with the territory.” She smiled as she hugged him. “Is everything good with you rescheduling the commercial?”
    “Perfect. What’s for dinner?” He reached in the fridge for a bottle of water.
    “I was thinking a nice piece of grilled fish with asparagus and a salad? Just have to check and see what’s in the fridge. I have to balance out all that rich food you fed me this weekend. Your stomach is a bottomless pit.” Morgan rubbed his belly.
    “My brothers and I have eating contests.”
    “I wanted to ask your mother what she fed you all. How did all you giants come out of such a petite woman?”
    “Momma says we all got daddy’s genes. Although, we did all have red hair when we were born.” Seth ran his hand through his hair.
    Morgan laughed.
    “God’s honest truth. Our hair darkened around age three.”
    “Your mom showed me your baby pictures. You were adorable. By the way, I have to work tomorrow. I’ll try not to wake you when I leave.” She pulled out the asparagus from the vegetable crisper.
    “I thought you had the day off?” He scratched at his five o’clock shadow.
    Morgan shrugged. “I do but every other Sunday I volunteer for story hour in the children’s room at the library. It’s my turn tomorrow and I forgot to reschedule when we left town.”
    “Nice.” Seth opened the fridge and retrieved some veggies to make a salad.
    “It’s one of the programs I rallied for in the community and the kids are so cute at that age.”
    “What age is that?”
    “Right before they discover television and the internet,” she said with a laugh.
    “What time is story hour?” Seth took the vegetables over to the sink for a rinse.
    “Ten o’clock. About three kids show up despite the mailers and posters. Two of them are my customers’ kids from the bookstore. They come as a show of support.” Morgan chuckled.
    “I’ll be ready at nine.”
    She waved her hand at him. “Oh. You don’t have to come.”
    “And what if I want to?” He looked at her.
    She shrugged, prepping the hollandaise sauce. “Sure. Of course. I just thought you’d be a little bored.”
    “Not at all. In fact I’ll be your assistant.” He smiled sweetly.
    Seth came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist while she stirred the sauce.
    “I appreciate the enthusiasm but you haven’t tasted the food yet.”
    “I’d rather taste you right now.” Seth turned off the fire under the pot and lifted her onto the island counter.
    “We can’t have sex near the food.”
    He trailed kisses down her neck while unbuttoning her jeans. “I won’t call the board of health if you won’t.”
    Morgan reached over and picked up a whisk out of the caddy. “I could teach you this whipping technique I learned in home economics class.”
    As Seth pulled Morgan to the edge of the counter, something vibrated between them.
    “Take it easy cowboy, that’s just my cell phone.” Morgan laughed and reached into her pocket. “Damn it, it’s my brother Robert.”
    “Maybe you should answer it. You didn’t call anyone and tell them we were back.” He kissed her nose.
    “I thought I gave up my four wardens when I introduced them to you.”
    “They’ll never stop