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At least not without a plan, Eric thought, watching Morgan as he made his way to join her. It would definitely make things easier, he thought, in no fucking mood to deal with pitying looks, questions, or anything that would remind him of just how badly he’d fucked up his life. For the next week, he wanted to forget about all the bullshit and he wouldn’t be able to do that if he had to deal with pitying looks and questions about why he was on his honeymoon without his wife, which meant…
He was going to have to ask Morgan for one more favor.
CHAPTER4
“I’m never flying coach again,” Morgan mumbled weakly to herself as she stood there, taking in the wonder that was the First-Class lounge.
She was also never leaving this lounge, Morgan decided as she took in the coffee bar to her right, a breakfast buffet a few feet away from that, a full bar on the other side of the room, leather chairs and couches of every size placed throughout the room, large flat-screen televisions on every wall, and-
“Bless you,” Morgan mumbled with a watery smile and a sniffle when the hostess handed her a cup of coffee.
“If there’s anything else that you need, please don’t hesitate to ask,” the wonderful woman, who’d come to her rescue, said as she handed Morgan a plate filled with every delicious breakfast baked good known to man.
“Thank you,” Morgan mumbled with another sniffle as she made her way to the inviting-looking leather couch by the windows.
Definitely never leaving, Morgan decided with a heartfelt sigh as she carefully placed the cup of coffee and plate of delicious-looking danishes that were going to make her day better on the coffee table before dropping her bag on the couch and sat down. After shifting to get more comfortable, Morgan picked up her coffee and after savoring the soul-reviving aroma, she took a sip as her attention shifted back to the lounge doors and-
“Congratulations, Mr. Bradford.”
-wondered if she’d ever seen Eric this pissed before. She watched as he ground his jaw as the wonderful woman that Morgan adored informed him that he’d picked the perfect destination for a honeymoon. This wasn’t going to end well, Morgan realized as she watched that angry glare lock on her as she took another sip of her coffee before placing it down on the coffee table and reached for the blueberry danish, only to sigh when Eric plucked it out of her hand as he dropped down on the couch next to her with a glare that dared her to bitch about it.
“Problem?” Morgan asked, reaching for the apple danish only to grumble when the jerk that was determined to piss her off snatched it out of her hand and shoved it in his mouth, all while glaring at her.
“I thought you could use another one,” her new favorite person on earth said as she placed a small plate with two large blueberry danishes on the coffee table in front of her before she made her way to help a group of businessmen that would never appreciate her the way that Morgan did.
“Thank you,” Morgan said with a sniffle as she reached for a danish, only to once again find herself glaring at the big jerk that better stop stealing her food.
“I need another favor,” Eric said, finishing off the last bite of danish before grabbing the muffin off her plate and devoured it with a groan.
“And you felt the best way to go about that was to glare at me while stealing my food?” Morgan asked, blinking at the man narrowing his eyes on her.
“Yes,” Eric bit out, his glare never leaving her as he reached over and forced her to snatch the mini chocolate chip muffin off the plate and shove it into her mouth before he could steal it.
“And my bags?” Morgan asked, following that up by snatching the small piece of coffee cake off the plate and took a large bite of it, making sure to savor every last morsel simply to piss him off.
“Gave me great joy to leave them behind,” Eric bit out as he reached over and snatched the last bite of coffee cake out of her hand and shoved it in his mouth, his glare never leaving her as he finished it off.
Nodding slowly, Morgan said, “Whatever it is, the answer’s no.”
For a moment, Eric simply glared at her before he said, “You owe me.”
“I really don’t, though,” Morgan said, swiping the last apple danish off the plate before he could grab it and took a bite before she added, “and if I did owe you anything, which I don’t, I would say that me being dragged along on this trip more than makes up for whatever imaginary debt you think I owe you.”
“You really think so?” Eric asked, reaching over and swiped the danish out of her hand and shoved it in his mouth.
“I really do,” Morgan said, knowing that she’d more than paid back any favor that she owed him by going on this trip. In fact, some might say that he owed her after this. Not that she was going to be around to collect on that debt, but still. She-
“Summer camp,” Eric said, taking his time enunciating every syllable as she sat there, trying to remember how to breathe.
“You promised we’d never speak of it again,” Morgan mumbled hollowly, swallowing hard as she thought about that summer they-
She wasn’t ready to think about what happened. Not now, and definitely not without the help of a trained professional.
“You. Owe. Me,” Eric bit out as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, black box.
“But…” Morgan mumbled helplessly, shifting as she licked her suddenly dry lips while she watched as Eric opened the box and-
She was going to be sick.