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“You stay here. I’ll go see what he wants,” he said.

Brad spoke to the man and then waved Morgan over to them. “This is John McIntyre. He’s a doorman at the building where Constance Weaver lives. He agreed to work for her part-time to keep an eye on you. He wants to apologize.”

John’s expression was sheepish as he bobbed his head at her. “I’m sorry to cause you any anxiety. Mrs. Weaver asked me for help, and I needed the extra money.”

“I was scared,” Morgan admitted. “It’s unnerving to know someone is watching you. I saw you every time. It was you at night, right?”

John hung his head. “Guess I wasn’t so good at it. I’m sorry for the whole thing.”

She studied him. He was an older man with a pleasant face, devoid of any malice. “I am, too. But I appreciate your coming here to make an apology. That means a lot.”

John gave her an apologetic look. “If you need help with anything like this, don’t call me. I’m not doing this again.”

“Good,” said Brad, and they all chuckled.

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Brad walked around her apartment. “This looks like a Dachshund lives here. He’s got everything he needs to be happy, including a few extra toys.”

“I’ll move his bed into my bedroom every night so he’s comfortable,” said Morgan.

Brad chuckled. “You won’t need to do that.”

“Why not?” she asked.

“Because he’s going to be sleeping in bed with you,” he said. “Just make sure there’s a safe place for him to get there. A ramp or something. Otherwise, you’ll have to lift him on the bed or off it.”

“Okay. Thanks. I’ll have to make another trip to the pet store tomorrow. They like to see me coming inside. I’ve spent a lot of money there recently.”

Brad laughed. “It’s just the beginning. But it’ll all be worth it. I promise.”

Morgan looked down at the dog sitting at her feet.

He looked up at her and wagged his tail.

She couldn’t help grinning and picked him up to give him a hug.

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Following a pleasant, relaxing meal of spaghetti, garlic bread, and salad that Morgan had Luciano’s deliver to her apartment, Brad announced he had to get home.

Morgan stood with him and walked him to the door. “I don’t know how to thank you for all you’ve done for me. You took me in when I was afraid to stay here. And now, because of you, I have this perfect dog.”

The corners of his eyes crinkled with his smile. “It was my pleasure. The idea of coming home to an empty house will be difficult. You’re easy to get along with.” His gaze rested on her.

She saw sincere warmth in his eyes, and impulsively, she lifted on her toes and kissed him on the cheek. “Thanks again.”

He nodded. “I’ll see you in the office.”

“Remember, you have a meeting at ten o’clock with a lawyer representing the Acme family.”

Brad laughed. “See? I need you around.”

Still chuckling, Brad left the apartment, leaving her and Blue to watch his progress to his car from the kitchen window.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

The next morning, Morgan dressed for the office and took Blue outside one last time before leaving for work.