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“Bet they were glad to see you, huh?” Grant asked, picking up his fork and knife He cut off a cheesy piece of o a hearty bite between his lips “Especially since you let yourself in and all, bet they appreciated the hell out of that”

Blake’s eyes pierced through Grant’s He took a sip of coffee, waved his finger in front of an eoing on with you”

Nervously, she carried her htly as she could e Blake and Grant devoured their breakfasts like they’d never been fed, and she drank her coffee, hoping they wouldn’t want seconds

When no one spoke, she finally cleared her throat and said, “Truth is, I haven’t seen Kit and Keht I let myself in”

“With the key?” Grant pressed

“No,” she said honestly “I didn’t have one”

Grant wiped his et in?”

“Does it matter?” Blake asked

“You know it does,” Grant bit out

“Well, anyway”—Morgan struggled to keep the conversation —“I don’t knohere they are”

Around a mouthful of biscuit, Blake said, “They ain’t here”

“And they probably don’t know you are,” Grant added

“You’re right, Grant They don’t know I’ to wonder if sheroad to recovery would be a rocky one, but she wasn’t starting down that path with condemnation at her back

A long silence taunted theht the way for predators hunting their prey She was afraid to interrupt the quietness for fear of an unwanted confrontation

While they ate, Morgan considered what she ht words to explain her current predica came to mind Besides, she didn’t have to explain herself to they, and they’d each receive one, but what did she really owe Blake and Grant?