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“Well, I don’t” Her head whipped up “Why do you care anyway?”

He didn’t flinch at her tone, and his eyes never left hers She wanted to apologize for her snarkiness but couldn’t find the words For a few h she wanted to look away, Morgan found she couldn’t

“I’m not sure,” he said slowly, his voice low “Everyone has a thing You’re just hiding yours, and that makes me curious”

Okay This was getting a little too close for co with all this stuff?” she suddenly asked, changing the subject, and none too smoothly either

He held her gaze a heartbeat longer and then got to his feet, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans as his gaze swept the roo to soed “The least I can do is get it organized and then see about getting as s to The McLarens”

That wasn’t what she’d been expecting, and he must have seen it in her face

“What did you think I was going to do with it? Give it away?”

“Well, no,” she mumbled

“Did you think I was going to sell it?” She could tell that bothered hiht, and he didn’t look so happy anymore

“I’m not sure,” she replied Which was a lie, because, in fact, it hat she’d expected It hat a lot of people would do in his position Soo to, dealing with someone else’s memories

“There’s a right and there’s a wrong The wrong isn’t uess we’ve both made some assumptions that aren’t true” He turned and scooped up the tray and then grabbed her bowl

Score one for Cooper Simon

Morgan mumbled a thank-you for the food If her mother was around, she’d have more than a feords to say about her behaviour But her htly, and she bent over as soon as Cooper’s head disappeared down the stairs

Herback The day when everything changed had happened nearly six years ago And the thing that she couldn’t let go…the thing that weighed her down every single day?

It was all Morgan’s fault