elevator downstairs together, he explained
where she could find some good shops within walking distance. She
thanked him for the information, and he kissed her on the cheek
before parting ways.
Morgan
was actually excited to be shopping on her own and even more happy
that she was finally doing something because she wanted to.
The old her probably would never have even mentioned shopping in the
first place, and she certainly would have waited for him to return. I'm growing up.
She
made her way in the direction he'd referred to and by the time she
reached the first store, her cheeks were aching from the grin on her
face. Something had changed, something she couldn't quite explain,
but she felt it. It was a new independence, one that made her feel
strong. She wasn't letting her clients rule her thoughts and that was
something she hadn't been able to do since her first meeting with
Finlay. It was always something. For the past few months,
she'd felt like she'd been doing everything in her power to make
everyone else happy, always fixing everyone and everything.
Morgan loved helping other people, but she'd somehow dropped herself
from the list of those she should do more for. Sometimes, she
thought, she needed fixed as well.
She
walked into the little clothing store with her head held high, then
did a completely unnecessary hair flip and clicked her heels over to
the first dress rack she saw. When she reached for a long blue and
white sundress, her eyes caught her bare finger where the ring had
been and she smiled again, knowing the pretty little thing wasn't
going to bring her down. It amused her even more for the fact that
whoever had sent it to her was probably losing their mind by then.
Angel had wanted her to figure out the mystery...maybe she would one
day, but that day was not going to be the one.
Morgan
shook her head and let out a quiet laugh. Nope, whoever you are,
I'll just let you come to me. She laughed again, then grabbed the
dress off the hanger and moved on to the next display. Retail therapy
at its best.
The
sundress rested at the bottom of the white bag that she draped over
her shoulder as she made her way to an outdoor display of beautifully
hand crafted jewelry. “This day just keeps getting better!”
The girl was in full shopping mode and picked up her pace toward the
large table.
The morning had quickly turned to a beautifully bright afternoon, and
she stopped to get her sunglasses from her bag, as she was only a few
steps from the jewelry stand. When she looked up after sliding them
on, she was face to face with someone that she never expected to see
again. “Oh... oh my... hi!” Morgan nearly ran front
first into a previous client, and friend. “Jake!” Her
hyper Floridian grabbed her around the waist and nearly picked her up
from the ground in a tight hug. He let go enough to hold her at
arm's length and look her over.
“Damn, you look good! How have you been? And.. I won't ask
why you're here, I assume I already know.” He blurted all of
the questions, and statement out so quickly that Morgan took a few
extra seconds to make sense of everything. When she had it all
together, the blonde girl just laughed and stepped back.
“I
see you haven't changed.” The man was about to speak again,
but decided to take a breath and let her answer the first string of
questions. He'd been working on slowing down, and she was the last
person that he would ever want to have a slip-up with. “I'm
great, thank you.. and yes, I'm here with a client. How are you?
What brings you to Puerto Rico?” Morgan removed her glasses
and held them in front of her waist as she looked the man over.
He
took a deep breath and slowed himself before speaking again.
“Actually, I'm here because of you.” The man could feel
his heart pounding through his chest as he watched her reaction.
Morgan gave him more than just a simple reaction. Her loud
intake of air, mixed with a wide eyed and shocked look, was what she
had