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“I’m surprised you kept this dirty little secret to yourself,” I remarked, still processing everything.
“I didn’t want to rehash it,” Morgan said, her voice trembling. “It hurt when Michael disappeared. They never found his body. And I was falling in love with him which made it worse.”
My best friend was telling me something I never would’ve expected. She was in love with two men. I wondered who she would’ve chosen if Michael hadn’t disappeared. Would she be engaged to Slade now?
I took a deep breath, bracing myself for what I had to tell her. “I have something to tell you.”
Morgan looked at me, her eyes searching mine. “I’m not sure I want to hear it.”
“I’ve been seeing someone,” I admitted, my heart pounding.
Her eyes narrowed as she processed my words. “And this is the first I’m hearing of it?”
“Don’t use my line,” I said with a small smile. “He’s wonderful.”
“Are you bringing him today?” she asked, a hint of hope in her voice.
“I don’t think it’s a good idea,” I replied, shaking my head.
“Why? Is he a freak? Does he have a disfigurement?” she asked, half-joking.
I met her gaze steadily. “He’s an Elliott.”
Morgan’s mouth dropped open in shock. “An Elliott?”
“Lincoln,” I clarified, my voice barely audible. “I met him at a club. He looked so familiar to me.”
Morgan’s face drained of color. “Why?”
“He looks very much like Michael.”
“What the fuck?” Morgan whispered, her eyes wide with disbelief. “I can’t have him at my party. He’d be too much of a distraction.”
“I thought so,” I said, nodding. “I don’t want to upset you.”
“Are you going to tell me about him?” she asked, her voice shaky. “How much does he look like Michael?”
I sighed, pushing my hair back. “I think we should shelve this conversation until after your party. Maybe we can have drinks this week, if Slade ever lets you go.”
Morgan bristled at my words. “He doesn’t control me. He just likes to spend time with me.”
“And dominate your time,” I added, raising an eyebrow. “I’m surprised he hasn’t convinced you to elope.”
“He’s mentioned it a time or two,” she admitted, her tone conflicted.
“Please don’t do that!” I said, grabbing her hand. “I want to be a maid of honor.”
Morgan smiled weakly. “I have no intention of eloping. I won’t take my parents walking me down the aisle away from them. I’m hopeful that my child will see its grandparents.”
“Do you have plans to get pregnant after the wedding?” I asked, genuinely curious.
“Not immediately, but I won’t wait too long,” she said, her voice softening.
“I’d love a little one to spoil,” I said, my tone lightening.
Morgan laughed, rolling her eyes. “Since when do you like kids?”
“I love them as long as they go home to someone else’s house at night,” I quipped.
