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He follows me to the window, his gaze flicking out to take in the scene below. "Do you want to wait to have her see this place before you buy it?"
I snort. "Who cares what her opinion of where we live is? I don’t care. You shouldn’t care, either.”
Rob stares at his phone, making more notes.
"I see," he murmurs.
I check my watch and sigh. "I must get going. But we should make an appointment to have a justice of the peace visit us wherever we are. Maybe we can do that next week." I pause. "Well, actually... Let's wait on that. First, I must have Talia checked out by a doctor. There are a lot of contracts that must be signed beforehand."
Rob arches a brow. "You’re making your fiancée go to a doctor before you can get married?"
I wave him down. "I am marrying her because I knocked her up."
Rob puts his hand out, studying himself on the windowsill and looking gobsmacked. "You what?"
I grin and clap him on the shoulder. "That’s right. There is already a new Morgan cooking in her oven."
He looks so shaken. The fact that I am lying only makes his response funnier to me, although honestly, it could just as easily have been me instead of Burn at the Raven’s Head Club that night.
I could have taken pretty little Talia home. It’s just a matter of logistics, really.
"Don’t worry. I would’ve probably married her anyway," I lie. "She’s great. Really."
She’s anything but great. But I don’t need my personal assistant to pick apart my choice of wife.
Rob puts his phone in his pocket and shakes his head. "I guess I am just having trouble taking it all in. That’s a lot of news for one day."
Straightening the cuffs of my shirt, I jerk my head toward the elevator. "I must go. But get your real estate agent to call my lawyers and get the process of buying this place started. Hopefully, we won’t be here for long. But you never know with Remy."
My good mood stays with me all the way back to the Morgan estate. I am still smirking as I walk in the door, hoping that I just happen to run into Burn but he’s not here. Neither is Remy, it seems.
Damn, the one time I was looking forward to seeing the old bastard.
I must tell somebody, so I walk straight through the mansion, making a beeline for the kitchen. Magda is just putting blueberries on top of a lemon curd tart, her mouth pinched as she tries to decide if her dessert is done or not. When I burst through the double doors, she looks up at me in surprise, and then a warm smile spreads across her face.
"You’re back!" She cries. She wipes her hands on her apron before walking over to me and giving me a quick, hard hug. She looks up at me, tucking her hair into a faded red handkerchief that she has wrapped around her head. I can feel her eyes on my face.
"You look happy today."
I grin at her. "Oh, was I smiling?"
She gives me a funny look and walks back to the countertop, lifting the pie and bringing down a fancy glass lid. She carries the pie toward the refrigerator, and I move almost automatically to pull the refrigerator door open for her. She slides the pie in and then pats my cheek.
"Sit down. I’ll make you some tea. Unless you are hungry?"
I walk over to take a seat at the counter and shake my head. "Tea is fine. I actually came here to tell you something."
Magda gets a white ceramic mug down from a cupboard, drops a teabag in from a box on the counter, and starts an electric kettle. With that done, she turns and leans against the counter, favoring me with a smile. "What is that my dear?"
I hold on to the moment before I speak, knowing that her reaction to my news is probably going to be the only truly favorable one I get. "Do you remember the young lady I brought to the manor before?"
She looks thoughtful for a moment. "The redheaded one?"
"Yes, her name is Talia."
She nods. “She seems very nice. You like her?"
I force a smile on my lips, neatly avoiding her question. "I actually asked Talia to marry me today. And she said yes."
