“Maybe I should hire a PI to keep an eye on him.”
“It’s a thought.”
Morgan tossed a handful of socks on top of her jeans. “I’m serious. It might be worth the peace of mind.”
“You can hire anyone at the right price.”
“As soon as I get to your place, I’ll start looking online. This should be enough to last a few days.” Morgan finished cramming her clothes inside and zipped the suitcase shut.
While Wyatt carried it to her SUV, she began gathering up Chester’s things—his favorite doggie bed, toys, food dishes, treats.
She finished the task and walked over to the fridge to grab a bottle of water. “Wonderful,” she groaned.
Wyatt caught up with her in the kitchen. “What’s the sour face for? Staying with me won’t be that bad.”
“I have a refrigerator full of food.”
“We’ll pack it up and take it to my place.” Wyatt ran to her back porch and returned with a large cooler.
While Morgan emptied the pantry, he filled the cooler with food and then checked to make sure her surveillance cameras were working.
“This is enough for now. I guess the last thing to do is to check and make sure all the windows and doors are locked.” Morgan trudged across the kitchen, a glum expression on her face.
Wyatt stepped in front of her, blocking her path. He placed his finger under her chin and tilted her head. “It will be all right.”
“I know, and I appreciate you letting me stay with you. I’m just upset, and maybe even a little freaked out.”
“I don’t blame you.” He placed a gentle kiss on her lips. “I can think of way worse things than having you camp out at my house.”
“Much worse. Thank you, Wyatt.” She slipped into his arms and placed her head on his chest. “I don’t know what I would do without you.”
“Same for me. What I do know is that if Jason Greer steps foot on Easton Island, he’ll regret it.”
Chapter 12
“Based on the mood I’m in, I’m tempted to take one of everything.” Morgan perused the decadent display of sweet treats.
Along with Elin’s signature aebleskivers, were chocolate eclairs, pumpkin spice donuts, glazed donuts, her favorite raspberry twists covered in a crunchy layer of frosting along with at least half a dozen muffins—blueberry, chocolate chip, banana and for those a little more health-conscious, bran.
“Do you mean mood in a good way or a bad way?” Ariel Vanmeter, the owner of Bean Brewing, plucked a chocolate-covered donut from the tray.
“Judging by how there isn’t much real estate left on Morgan’s plate, I would say bad,” Quinn joked.
“Are you having trouble securing the title of Awesome Aunt Morgan?” Grace Coates, her neighbor and owner of the Lilac Inn, teased.
“Not at all. Tristan is so sweet.”
“He and Brett stopped by.” Elin, the bakery owner, refilled the empty spots. “He told me all about going ice fishing and his big plans to learn to drive a snowmobile.”
“Tristan is a bundle of energy.” Morgan confided that he’d mentioned being nervous about starting school.
“The tween years can be rough,” Ariel said. “Throw in the fact that most of the kids have grown up together on the island and I don’t blame him.”
“I think I’m almost as nervous as he is. At this rate, I’ll be more of a basket case on the first day of school than he will.” Morgan stepped over to the beverage station, filled a ceramic mug with hot water, and grabbed a green tea bag.
Grace, Ariel and Quinn finished picking out their goodies and caught up with her at the table.
“Don’t worry. Tristan will do fine,” Grace said. “His new family has his back, and that’s what’s most important.”
