Page 31 of Breakaway

Making the executive decision to put a pin in this until another day, she pulled on a robe and gently opened her door. She took his hand and led him downstairs toward the front door. As she reached for the doorknob, Travis pulled her close and kissed her, tangling his tongue with hers.

Wrapped up in his warmth, his cologne swirled around her, and his scruff tickled her as he placed kisses on her neck, making her dizzy.

“Come back to my hotel with me,” he whispered, as he kissed her below the ear.

Forcing herself to snap out of the trance she was falling into before she agreed to go with him, she snickered and said, “Oh sure, and give poor Ben a show?”

“Morgan?” Sam’s whisper came from behind her. “What are you—”

She turned to face her uncle, and saw him standing there, wide eyed. Her cheeks burned. She was suddenly very aware that under this robe, all she had on was her underwear. She tugged at the neckline, pulling it closed tighter.

“Anderson?” Sam’s voice was loud and booming now, and his face growing red.

“Shh... you’ll wake your kids,” Morgan quickly responded—probably not her best idea, as he glared past her at poor Travis.

“I was just leaving,” Travis said.

“Yeah, I can see that,” Sam said angrily. He looked from her to Travis. “Morgan, care to explain?”

Faking being cool and collected, she shrugged. “Sure. Travis was just leaving.” She was an adult, and Uncle Sam wasn’t her dad monitoring her actions or curfew, so truthfully that was the only explanation he needed. She just wished she really felt that way. Instead, she was trembling inside. She’d let her uncle down, and the disappointment in his eyes made her heart sink. He was the only male figure she’d ever had in her life. And here she was, looking like a trollop in his house.

“Are you going to be okay?” Travis asked, looking from Morgan to Sam.

Morgan nodded. “It’s fine. You should probably go now.”

“Good idea,” Sam grunted.

“If you’re sure.” Travis hesitated, looking at Sam, and didn’t budge until she moved to give him a little push toward the door.

“It’s okay, honestly,” she said quietly, wishing it were true.

“Morgan, I’ll call you tomorrow,” Travis said determinedly.

“You better.”

Travis kissed her on the cheek quickly. “And if you need me, just call and I can come right back.”

“Thanks, but not necessary,” she replied, taking a step back. She wasn’t sure if it was because of her uncle breathing down her neck, or what, but she just needed distance from Travis right now.

He nodded, before striding out the door to his car, without looking back.

“What in the world is going on down here?” Trina whispered from the steps, rubbing her eyes, looking half-asleep. “You guys are going to wake the kids. And why are you out here, anyway?”

“I just caught Travis sneaking out!” her uncle exclaimed, eventually lowering his voice as Trina glared at him.

“He wasn’t sneaking out.” Morgan rolled her eyes. This spectacle was ridiculous. “I was escorting him to the door.” Morgan folded her arms over her chest.

“What?” Aunt Tri looked from Morgan to Sam, still not looking fully awake. “Sam?”

“I came down for a bottle of water and saw her sneaking him out.”

“Escorting him to the door.”

Aunt Trina shook her head and sighed. “It’s late. I think we should all get some sleep and talk about this in the morning.”

“But—” Uncle Sam began.

“Babe, it’s late. Please,” Trina begged.