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Kole...”
Her heart sunk. He wasn't one she would ever pursue to find out the
answer, but if it came down to a process of elimination, he was a
possibility.
    Her
fingers grabbed the next page and she flipped it over. “Gio,”
she laughed out loud and flipped the page. “Aiden.” He
wasn't an option, they hadn't even talked since she'd left, but it
reminded her that she'd have to get in contact with him soon, just to
check up on him. She flipped the page. “Alrik. That's an
interesting thought.” Next page. “It's not Jake. Not
Tyler, either,” she added, flipping to Canada's page. She
skipped quickly over Portugal and then over the two after that. Lucas
and Awstin weren't likely suspects either. “I need a drink.”
    Morgan
went back into the house and grabbed herself a glass of wine, then
went to her warm chair on the balcony and opened the book once more.
“Where were we? Ah, yes. Vlad. Now, there's a sweet man. But
no, very unlikely. Moving on...” She took a sip and flipped the
page. It definitely wasn't Kai and she didn't imagine the twin cowboy
from Dallas was wanting to tie the knot either. On to Argentina,
“nope, not you, Diego. Oh, Fane. You were something else...but
not my mystery proposal. Neither are you, Jordy.” Her list of
men came to an end and she felt no further ahead. Her heart still
believed it was Finlay or Sean..leaning more toward the Scottish one
than the either, but it at least settled her own 'it could be any of
them' thought.
    Just
then, one of the big seagulls swooped onto the balcony and yelled out
loudly, announcing its arrival. The sound made Morgan drop her
scrapbook to the ground and before she picked it back up, she shot a
glaring look at the nuisance bird, then shooed it away. Her book had
flipped open toward the back and when she laid it back out on her
lap, she gasped loudly at what she saw. Morgan wanted to kick
herself for not realizing it sooner. “Michael.” He
wasn't even in the equation of suspects because she was only thinking
about clients.

Chapter
Six

“ Voicemail.
Shit. Michael.. hi! This is Morgan, uh... hey... I was thinking
about you, and.. give me a call when you can. Okay... bye.”
Morgan hit the end call button quickly and rolled her eyes at the
sound of her own voice. She never was good at leaving messages, at
least in her mind, but her bravery would have faded too soon and the
call would have been put off. Possibly indefinitely. She had worked
through her guilt of changing her mind about leaving the mystery man
in the dark, and took a bold leap by calling the next man on her list
of suspects.
    Morgan
had no sooner put her phone beside her on the lounge chair when a
text, not a call, sounded loudly. It was Michael, and what he sent
her was quite unexpected at the time. Hi. Awkward. On a date.
Miss you.
    She
read the message a few times, then finally smiled at the news. He
certainly wouldn't be on a date if he were expecting an answer to a
proposal, even if it had been just a joke.
    Just
as she had done with Tanner's news, Morgan sent another text to Angel
to tell him that Michael was no longer a suspect. She didn't mention
the dating part because Angel was far too protective of his Sticky
Buns, which was ridiculous considering what she did for a living, but
she knew her best friend well enough to know what to say and not to
say to avoid his wrath.
    She
stretched out on the long chair and closed her eyes, letting reality
wash over her in a sea of welcome knowledge that only her current
situation could have brought her. Michael was on a date, and she
didn't care in the least. In fact, she was happy for the man, and
wished him well. They had agreed to keep it casual, of course, and
Morgan meant it when she told him that they were to continue with
their lives as they always had, and whatever happened... happened.
    “And
then there were two.” She started to sit up to take another
sip, when her client walked out to join her. “Shit!”
She spilled her