amusement in her
voice. Her anger at the game-player was gone, and she just enjoyed
hearing Tan Man's voice again.
“Doesn't
matter where I am or what I'm doin', I'm always thinking of you.”
She smiled again as her head dropped with shyness at his sweet
words.
They
spoke for nearly ten minutes while Tanner told her about the two day
party he was throwing for his employees, and what Morgan had been up
to in the last week, minus any mention of the ring. Tanner had been
officially marked off of the list of suspects, and she felt much
better about the situation by the time they finished talking.
Angel,
it's not Tanner. She sent the text to her best friend, then
walked out on to the patio to await his reply. The sun warmed her
bare arms quickly and she had just leaned back on the full length
lounge chair when his reply came through.
Are
you happy that it wasn't the Tan Man? Sad? Give me something,
Bitch! Underwear, Stick, underwear!” She laughed at the
crazy man and was quick to reply.
Happy,
very, very, very happy! One down, two to go. How's Cedric? Are you
happy? The ring fiasco had to be put on hold, for her sanity and
for the fact that she and Angel had much more to discuss than the
proposal. She waited for nearly fifteen minutes on his reply, but
Gio must have interrupted their chat.
She
watched people walking down below, and smiled as couples passed, hand
in hand, daring her to be jealous of what they had. Morgan shook her
head slowly, “nope, not jealous at all.” The ring ordeal
had shaken her to the core, but when the shaking ended, the girl was
beginning to realize just how much she wasn't ready for marriage.
More than that, she knew then that she wasn't even ready for a
serious relationship. The girl leaned back again, and watched a
flock of seagulls fly in unison from one building top to another. A
flock. I wanted to be a part of the flock, and now I don't. The
memories of chasing men, hoping to find a relationship with the ones
that she liked the most, felt like a whole other lifetime ago. She
was embarrassed by it all, but grateful for having the opportunity of
living it, and to learn from it.
Another
fifteen minutes passed and Angel still hadn't replied, and Ian wasn't
due back for another hour. With time to kill, she went back into the
suite, grabbed her scrapbook and a few supplies, then went back to
the warm patio. She sat down on the long white and green striped
lounge chair and opened the pink book across her lap. On the first
page, Finlay stared back at her, making her heart race. The idea of
it all being a game was still on her mind, but she knew Finny Fin
wouldn't play those kinds of games. So that left her with two
options.
“It
could still be you,” she told the picture of Finlay in front of
the large castle. Then she flipped a few pages ahead, “or it's
you.” Morgan's finger traced over a picture of Sean in front of
the herd of sheep on his kitchen counter. He had a big, carefree grin
on his face and he was holding a fuzzy sheep in bright red high heels
in the palm of his hand. Sean might be one to play a trick on her,
but what would be the motive? Just to see if she cared?
Morgan
went to the second page, the one dedicated to her Aussie. She was
relieved it wasn't him, but it didn't help the situation at all. A
part of her wished he would have said it was all a joke and she could
just move on with it. “Then again, I had no problem believing
it was Jake...”
With
that realization, she was more overwhelmed than before. It could
be any of them. Just because she cared about Finlay,
Tanner and Sean didn't mean they were only ones who cared for her.
After all, she had no idea Jake's whole life had been altered because
of her. It was a far stretch to believe any of the other men had
fallen in love with her, but it wasn't something she would completely
deny. Quickly, she flipped through the pages of her scrapbook.
“Let's
see. Fin? Maybe. Tanner? No. Dante? Hell no. Sean? Possibly.
Jennifer McCartney, Lisa Maggiore