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“Tiff hasn’t tried it yet,” Austin explained. “We’ve been busy.”

“Busy out exploring?” Or trying to sneak into the attic? Morgan silently added.

“A little of both,” Austin answered evasively.

“If you run into any issues, please don’t hesitate to let me or Greg know.” She excused herself and began chatting with a couple from Milwaukee who were celebrating their anniversary.

Chester, who had followed her around during the first half of the event, abandoned his hosting duties and flopped down in the hallway to take a nap.

The party wound down, and one by one, the guests returned to their rooms. Making quick work of cleaning up, she and Tina had the parlor spotless in no time.

“I think I’ll call it a day.” Tina stifled a yawn.

“Thank you for your help. I’ll see you in the morning.”

“See you then.”

The front door slammed, and Morgan figured Tina had forgotten something. Rounding the corner, she nearly collided with Wyatt.

Morgan stumbled back. “You scared me.”

“I was hoping for a surprise angle, but I guess scared works too,” he joked.

“Very funny.” She playfully punched him in the arm before cozying up to him. “You missed the festivities.”

“By design. It was a long day, and I wasn’t in the mood to socialize.”

“I’m sorry about date night,” she apologized.

“I forgot about Ronni and Jax being gone. I noticed the flowers on the way in. Those should have scored me some brownie points.”

Morgan’s eyes twinkled with mischief. “Maybe one.”

“One? No way. More than one.”

“Okay, two,” she bargained.

“I was thinking more along the lines of half a dozen.” Wyatt tilted her chin and gently kissed her lips. The kiss deepened. Thoughts of Tristan’s bullies and sneaky vlogging guest were all but forgotten.

He was the first to pull back. “Now that’s a big, beautiful bouquet-worthy kiss.”

Morgan grasped his hand and coaxed him toward the sofa. They settled in front of the fireplace, now only embers, and snuggled closer. “This is different.”

“We’re usually at Looking Glass Cottage or my place.” Wyatt shot her a mischievous side glance. “Do you think we’ll get busted by your guests?”

“Nah.” She waved dismissively. “They’re full of food and kicking back in their luxurious accommodations upstairs.”

He kissed the top of her head. “I’ve been thinking about what you told me earlier, how you found out Jason was working on getting a pilot’s license.”

“And?”

“I don’t like it.”

“Neither do I, but what can we do?”

“Nothing. My gut tells me the guy is up to no good.”

“Same,” Morgan sighed. “Not only am I worrying about what Jason is potentially up to, but Prissy’s mental health has taken a nosedive, poor Tristan is dealing with bullies at school, and I have a pair of Nosy Nellies here for the weekend.”