Perfect.
I whistle loud to get her attention.
“Morgan!” I call out, leaving no doubt I’m waiting for her.
When her eyes catch mine, the color drains from her face. She’s mortified.
She appears ashamed as she weaves through people to cross the space between us.
“What are you doing?” she hisses low.
I hold up the truck keys. “I didn’t think you were this stupid, but apparently I was wrong.”
“The truck was arranged before our text blowout.” She stamps her foot.
“You bought me a $150,000 truck. Think, Morgan. I’m running a nonprofit that’s barely getting by. The public will think I’m squandering the money on luxury shit.” I force the keys into her hand.
There. Now she can’t hold her massive wealth over my head. I can’t be bought like her fucking church buys believers. I definitely won’t be pitied by her.
“You... you don’t want it?” she says, her tone a mix of sadness and astonishment.
“Hell no.”
I glance at Blake, who watches from afar. He’s trying to be subtle, but he can’t look away.
Ihatethat guy.
I want to storm off, but I can’t stand the idea that he’s the type she’ll marry. I’ve barely been able to digest the fact Morgan was touching him.
No, no, no. Think about something else.
But seeing him and her in person is too damn much. I’m pissed.
“Did ya tell your boyfriend I fucked you?”
“What! He’s...” Her words trail off, which is not the response I wanted.
Something’s really there. Something between them.
Fuck, I am infuriated with myself for hoping there wasn’t.
I bite down as the past five years flash. Every dream died, along with every hope since.
“We should go,” Julie coos, and pulls out her car keys. Together, we turn toward the exit.
“Who’s this?” says Morgan. She follows us, her high heels clicking.
Julie, being the professional she is, extends her hand as we walk.
“I’m Julie. I work for Jack. It’s lovely to meet you. Noel spoke of you as his inspiration for our weekly Bible study.”
“Oh. That’s nice.” Morgan’s eyes narrow as they shift my way.
“Jack, hold on,” she whispers with concern in her voice.
I ignore her. There’s nothing to say.
“Jack,” she says louder.
