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worrying about you. I know how they feel. I’m sure Robert will spread the word that you’re home.” He played with the buttons on her blouse.
    “Hey, Robert, someone better be dead or at the least in a diabetic coma,” Morgan said into the phone.
    He pulled at the snap on her jeans and slowly pulled down her zipper until she stopped him.
    She smirked and held out the phone. “He wants to talk to you.”
    “Hey, Robert, what’s up?”
    Morgan reached for the phone, but Seth moved out of her way.
    “Sure, that sounds great. See you then.” Seth ended the call. “He said to tell you he misses you.”
    “No, he did not. Where is my brother taking you to?”
    “I was invited to dinner by all three of your brothers.”
    “Are you going?”
    “Of course. Your brothers are nice guys. It wouldn’t hurt to have a relationship with them.”
    “Robert has a man crush on you. You’re always his fantasy football quarterback pick.”
    “I’m sure after a while I’ll just be that dude that’s married to their baby sister. We should have your family over for dinner one weekend.”
    “If you let them see those flat screens in your strategy den, they’ll never leave.”
     
    * * *
     
     
    Morgan touched the chrome knob on the bookstore door and felt like a piece of herself had been restored. Every time she went away Michelle would take the opportunity to put her own decorative mark on the place. A colorful piece of art on the wall, new throw pillows for the couch, or a new gourmet coffee flavor would be added to the menu.
    “Hey boss!” Michelle shouted from an aisle.
    “Don’t call me boss.”
    “Chick who owns this store?”
    Morgan put her bag down on the counter. “Somewhere in between those two extremes is a happy medium. Let me know what you come up with. How are things?”
    “Rome did not fall while you were gone.” Michelle took a bow.
    “Good to hear.”
    “You look radiant, by the way, now that you’ve been getting the quarterback sack on a regular basis. I meant to tell you a few months ago.”
    “I wonder if they make human muzzles,” Morgan wondered aloud.
    “How was Texas? And please if you say nice, great, or good, I am going to hit you.”
    “How’s wonderful?”
    “I accept that. Elaborate.”
    “Met Seth’s mom, some of his friends, and my new horse, Reed’s Fire.” Morgan rifled through her bag, looking for her phone.
    “How sweet is that?” Michelle squealed.
    “Yes, and guess who was there?” Morgan held her hand over her mouth to suppress a smile.
    “Somebody frickin’ famous I bet.”
    “That country singer Tate McGill.” Morgan handed the phone to her to show her a picture of Seth and Tate.
    Michelle tried to speak but the words wouldn’t come out. Her mouth fell open so wide Morgan noticed she’d gotten a new filling.
    Morgan shook her head. “Well, I’ll be damned. Something shut you up. Yes, before you ask, Tate McGill is just as sexy in person. He even sang a new song he’s working on by the bonfire.”
    “I hate you.”
    “I know.”
    “Please send me that picture. I need it.”
    She picked up her cell phone and sent the picture to Michelle’s phone, shaking her head. “Fine, there you go.”
    Michelle picked up her smart phone and sighed. “Holy cow. Tate and Seth shouldn’t take pictures together. That’s too much sexy in one concentrated area.”
    “We had a great time all week until we went to the Cinnamon Festival. Met his old high school sweetheart. She’s a doctor and runs a clinic.”
    “All I heard you say is that you met the bitch that isn’t married to Seth. How’s Seth’s mother? Did she tell you that you weren’t good enough for her quarterback son and try to pay you off?”
    Morgan laughed. “You watch too many soap operas. She’s pretty, shorter than me, and has a beautiful head of red hair. We had a very frank discussion.”
    “So no…keep your hands off my son?”
    “No. Seth spent so much time in the dating pool I think