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"He's very formal," Winnie said as Mr Foley marched down the hall back toward the kitchen

"He's great, isn't he?" Morgan answered, carrying his drink down the steps into the living room eclectically furnished with antiques and low comfortable pieces

Winnie had yet to take a sip fro at the luscious fresh fruit garnish She hadn't had really ripe pineapple in ages

She followed Morgan slowly, reentle breeze created by the ceiling fan and the blue sky outside now lit with horizontal streaks of pink and orange Even the sky here looked ripe, edible, sensual

Morgan watched her come down the steps and approach the rattan coffee table She was beautiful, and her beauty was natural, the kind that glows fro to do with hair and ant clothes

It was her lovely green-flecked eyes Her soft sensitive ht brown hair pulled back in a simple ponytail He loved the lines of her neck The shape of her lips Her curves Oh, those curves

He'd felt her warmth earlier, felt the promise of her softness and he'd wanted her so bad that it was all he could do to keep it slow, take it easy, stay relaxed

She was sht and he loved the way she bit her lower lip trying to keep her smile to herself

"Do you like the drink?" Morgan asked, indicating the glass with the frothy white mixture

"I haven't tried it yet Let lass, took a little sip "It's a banana hed in surprise

That sut knotted, his body hardened He wanted to drop her on the couch, slide his hands beneath her narrow linen skirt and- He shook his head, he wouldn't last the night if he didn't get some control

"An adult banana milkshake," he corrected, "it's potent Mr Foley erous banana daiquiri'

She took another drink, this tier s

"I don't taste any alcohol"

"Annika said the sa himself That was stupid

Winnie had heard hio she'd been so happy she literally glowed, and yet suddenly she crumpled Folded in like a paper airplane

"Annika's been here?"

Of course she had Annika had been his girlfriend for months but none of that mattered now Annika was the past Winnie was the present Wos but they never focused on the important facts

Morgan stifled a sigh "She ca"

"Did she like it here?"

"Winnie, don't do this"

But Winnie's chin was set, her expression fixed

"Did she come here often?"

"That's irrelevant The i is you're here with me now"

Her eyes watered "Yes, but that's just this week It'll be someone else next week"

Morgan set his glass on the rattan coffee table "I'nify that with a response"

Shehis path "Why not?"

"Because you're being ridiculous You're actingjealous, and you have no right to be jealous"

"Why not?"

"Because I proposed to you I was at the church yesterday I was standing with the priest at the altar in front of a huge crowd of people waiting for you And guess what? You walked out on me"

Winnie didn't speak and he d

rew in a deep breath, surprised at the depth of his eer It wasit was

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