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“Why don’t you?”
“Miles, Nell, want to join the previous generations in some libation?”
“I would, but I’ve got some work to catch up on.” As he spoke, Miles gathered papers.
“I’ll get in on it,” Nell said. “Join you in a few minutes.”
When they were alone, Miles looked at his sister. “What?”
“Do you think he’ll come here?”
“I think it’s a lot less likely he tries for her here than at her home, or on the road between there and here.”
“That’s what I think, and there’s nothing we can do about that. Still, we take the precautions here.” Nell rose, hooked the strap of her briefcase on her shoulder. “I like her.”
“She’s likable enough.” He wrapped the sandwich he hadn’t touched in a napkin.
“Bring that napkin back.”
“Right. I’m going to finish up this work at home.”
“I’ll call room service, have them clear.”
“Are you taking the other half of yours?”
“No, I’m going to hit Pop up for some bar food.”
He grabbed another napkin, wrapped the second half of her sandwich. “I’ll bring both back. Nell, walk out with the family when they leave, would you?”
“I’m not his type.” She gave her own brown hair a tug.
“Just don’t walk to your car alone. Indulge me.”
“Consider yourself indulged.”
Satisfied, he walked out with her, then peeled off to go home.
On her first drive to work in her new car, Morgan felt the first tiny sparks of joy. It ran so smooth, so quiet, it smelled so good. She lovedthe screen, and promised herself she’d program home and work and the shop into the GPS first chance.
For fun.
She didn’t love the order to use guest parking, but she’d obey without argument. The Jamesons offered their full support, and they didn’t have to. The least she could do was follow orders without complaint.
She caught the look in the doorman’s eye as she waved on her way in. Word had spread. She wouldn’t complain about that either, and she’d work on not feeling so odd and exposed.
More looks here and there as she made her way to the offices, and she told herself it was only natural. People were concerned or curious, or both.
Nell’s door stood open. Inside she paced, energy vibrating, as she talked on a headset. She’d scooped her hair up today, and wore brown pants, a V-necked, sleeveless shirt. A cream-colored leather jacket hung over the back of her desk chair.
“Absolutely and completely ready with every detail in place. Yes, Hospitality will deliver everything requested to the bride’s room at two, and make the delivery to the groom’s room at two-thirty.”
She shot Morgan a look, rolled her eyes, pointed to a chair. “I spoke with my mother just this morning. She has everything for the table settings. Yes, the favors, too. No need to confirm that with her. It’s going to be a beautiful wedding, Mrs. Fisk. We have everything under control. Yes, we’re looking forward to it, too. See you Saturday.”
Nell disconnected, then dropped into a chair. “The mother of the bride.”
“I had a feeling.”
“I bet you a million dollars she calls either me or my mother back, or both of us, before the end of the business day.”
