“Don’t worry. We’ll figure it out as we go,” I reassured him, happy that I’d be able to lose myself in the wonders of IKEA.
“I’m all yours.”
My chest tightened at his words.
I have a problem.
I liked Morgan.
No, that wasn’t totally true.
I wanted Morgan.
Strike that.
I had a crush on Morgan.
Spending time with him had made me want him more. The moment I’d met him, I’d felt my attraction to him, but I tried to tell myself that it was only physical.
“I’m all yours,” he repeated as he grabbed a cart.
He made me want to go back on the promise I’d made of swearing off relationships forever.
Chapter Nineteen
Plans
Morgan
Istill hated shopping.
Even with Race by my side.
I hated every damn minute of it.
I bought shit I didn’t need because she said that it was cute.
What use did I have for decorative pillows for my bed? I never even made the damn thing, let alone decorated it.
“Thanks for lunch and the drink,” she said as we pulled into the parking lot of ALFA PI.
“You seemed on edge. I thought you could use a little something.”
“I just get more nervous with each passing day.” Her eyes didn’t meet mine when she spoke. “You think you guys have a solid lead?” she asked, still seeming distant.
She was hiding something.
Her playful attitude from earlier had vanished.
She’d played it off like nothing happened, but I could tell.
“We won’t be here long.” I placed my hand on hers. “I just want to see what Thomas found.”
“It doesn’t matter. I’ve decided to not work at all today. I’m not even going to look at my phone.”
Alarm bells started to ring in my head.
“Race, is there something you aren’t telling me?”
