"I know, Shorty." Lillie laughed, heading behind the bar. "Are you doing okay?"
"Since I saw you at Trois Femmes yesterday? Yeah."
"Are you lying to me?"
Morgan stared at her shoes. "No, ma'am."
"Big mistake!" Coop yelled.
"What did you call me?" Lillie demanded with narrowed eyes.
"Ugh, I'm sorry! I'm not fine, but I could be, assuming I didn't mess everything up with Ryder."
"Mess what up?" Lillie patted the bar. "Come on, cop-a-squat."
Reluctantly, Morgan sat back down. "You know he's a great guy."
"Yes, I've noticed."
Swallowing, Morgan traced patterns on the bar top. "I did something I shouldn't have."
Lillie leaned forward. "And?"
"And I want to apologize and then never show my face again."
"Sweetie, that's not how it works. Assuming you didn't kill a litter of puppies, he'll forgive you. You'll move on."
"Why should he forgive me?"
"Well,didyou kill a litter of puppies?"
"No."
"Then he'll forgive you."
Morgan shook her head. "You don't understand."
Lillie shrugged. "Then make me understand."
"I went over the other day." Morgan swallowed, meeting Lillian's gaze. "We, um, I thought we'd have sex. He was really into it, more than any other time I've tried."
Lillie grabbed a glass, poured a shot, and handed it to Morgan. "Did you leave him with blue balls?"
"No. I gave him a hummer," she whispered. "But then he asked me to stop because he . . . hasn't ever done it before."
"Sounds like my husband." Lillie snorted. "Poor dude hasn't had any decent girlfriends, that's all."
"None. There's been none."
"Oh." Lillian's brows went up. "Oh!"
"I might as well have forced myself on him. I'm such scum."
"Baby girl." Lillie circled the bar. "Did he ask you to stop and you didn't?"
"No."
"Then what are you worried about?"
