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As I rummaged through Morgan’s closet, my fingers brushed against the soft fabric of her dresses. “What are you wearing tonight?” I called out.
Morgan, busy applying lotion to her legs, glanced over her shoulder. “The emerald green one,” she replied with a hint of excitement.
I pulled the dress from its hanger, holding it up to the light. “This is beautiful,” I admired, running my hand along the delicate fabric.
“Thanks,” she said, smiling as she continued her routine. “It’s simple and short.”
I turned the dress around, taking in the spaghetti straps and the daring neckline. “But bold enough to make a statement,” I noted with a grin. “I love the neckline—whoa, this is a bit risqué.”
The neckline plunged daringly, almost reaching the middle of Morgan’s stomach, revealing plenty of skin.
“I’m not giving anyone a show,” she defended quickly, her cheeks flushing slightly. “Slade likes when I show a little cleavage.”
“A little?” I arched an eyebrow, laughing softly. “This is crazy, but you have the perfect body for it.”
Morgan’s expression softened as she looked at me. “Thank you. You’re always so complimentary. I wanted to thank you for all your support over the past few months. I never imagined getting engaged could be such a headache.”
“No thanks needed,” I assured her, hanging the dress back up carefully. “But I did want to ask you something.”
“Ask away,” she said, her tone light, though her eyes were cautious.
“This is about Michael Elliott.”
Morgan’s movements stilled. The mention of his name brought a shadow to her face. “Why are you bringing him up after all this time? He disappeared, end of story.” Her voice wavered, and I saw tears well in her eyes.
“Because you seemed pretty broken up about his disappearance,” I pressed gently. “You only worked for him for a few weeks.”
Morgan’s gaze dropped, her fingers nervously playing with the hem of her robe. “He was a friend, not just my boss.”
I narrowed my eyes, watching her closely. “I have a feeling he was more than a friend.”
Her head snapped up, and she met my gaze with a mixture of defiance and vulnerability. “Why would you say something like that?”
“Because I know you,” I said softly. “You don’t usually get so emotional about things.”
Morgan hesitated, then sighed heavily. “I had an affection for him.”
She knew that I wouldn’t let her off with a simple answer. I suspected there was more to her relationship than just a boss to his employee or a friend to friend. She’d been hiding something from me for months and now that I was with Lincoln, I wanted the truth. Michael was his brother after all.
“Did you sleep with him?” I asked bluntly, unwilling to let her off the hook.
Her eyes flashed with irritation. “You would think that, wouldn’t you? Is it always about sex with you?”
“Did you?” I pressed, not backing down.
She exhaled slowly, looking away. “We had sex,” she finally admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “I’m not proud of it.”
I sat down on the bed beside her, my heart sinking. “And I’m just hearing about this now? How long did it go on?”
“Almost immediately after I started working for him,” Morgan confessed, still avoiding my gaze. “He was very different from Slade.”
“So, you were with both of them at the same time?” I asked, surprised. “You weren’t so bold in college.”
Morgan’s face crumpled slightly, and she buried it in her hands. “It was wrong, and I feel ashamed of what I did.”
“Does Slade know?” I asked, my voice hushed, understanding the gravity of her secret.
Morgan’s head shot up, eyes wide. “Are you insane? I would never tell him about Michael. He would flip out. We had nothing exclusive at the time. I couldn’t commit to either of them.”
