“Nowyou’re afraid of heights?” Morgan teases.
“Just afraid of falling,” I murmur.
“Why?’
“What if I slip?”
“Then I’ll catch you,” Morgan says, with a quiet confidence that sets my heart thundering.
She nods at me to go first, and with her steady presence behind me, I can put one foot in front of the other.
I’m nearly to safety behind the railing when something hits me from behind. My balance is off, the world spins, a yelp rises in my throat—
Morgan’s hands firmly grip my upper arms, keeping me on my feet. They’re also what threw me off balance.
“Gotcha,” Morgan teases.
“You fucking asshole!” I breathe as my lungs work again, adrenaline turning into shaky laughter.
I turn and smack her on the arm, and Morgan’s eyes glitter with mirth. My breath catches in my lungs again, and Morgan nudges me towards our table.
“Don’t keep the poor man waiting,” she says.
I whip a glare at her, then scurry after the waiter.
It’s clear which table is ours—it’s the only one on the small platform.
And there are only two chairs.
“I thought we were meeting investors,” I say dumbly as the waiter pulls out my chair.
“What gave you that impression?” Morgan says.
“Well…” I start to formulate a sincere answer, then glance at Morgan’s face. I’m pretty sure she’s giving me a hard time. SoI pivot and say, “I just thought you were getting sick of me, is all.”
Morgan glances out over the ocean. I can’t help but follow her gaze—it’s so close, rolling out in streaks of teal and azure and violet all the way to the horizon. Seagulls freckle the sky, and a yacht cuts a wake nearby.
“Sick, yes,” Morgan finally says. “Of you, no.”
I blink, shuffle my feet. “It’s hard to imagine you sick.”
She cracks a half-smile. “You don’t want to see it. I hear it’s even worse than when I’m hangry.”
I cough out a laugh, then finally relax.
The glass of wine helps too.
I scan the menu, but I’m secretly hoping Morgan orders for me again.
“Why don’t you ever order caviar?” I ask. “You’re not averse to spending money.”
“Because it’s disgusting.”
“Then why is it so expensive?”
“So people can flaunt their poor taste.”
“It can’t bethatbad.”
