Around the World in 80 Men Series: Boxed Set 21-30 by Brandi Ratliff, Rebecca Ratliff

waved
down the bartender.
    “G-Puff
is gone! And guess what my sweet little kitty cat? He said I'm as
free as a muthafuckin' bird to go to Vegas. You know what else? I'm
having some drinks to celebrate!”
    Morgan
squealed with excitement. She'd thought there was no way in hell that
Gio would allow him two vacations, but the news said otherwise. “I
could just kiss that man! Sounds like you've already had a few drinks
too. Wish I could celebrate with you.” She made a sad pouty-lip
face that only the bartender could see and it made her laugh again.
Morgan pulled the phone away from her face for a second and told the
man she wanted a vodka and seven, since she'd be flying and all.
    “Mhmm.
I may or may not have already had some drinks but you don't worry
about that shit. You get your sexy ass to Vegas and tell me all about
it. I'll even let you get the room this time,” Angel teased.
    “Well,
looks like I've got some catching up to...oh, shit!” Morgan saw
a clock on the wall that displayed a rolling pasture and she
remembered she still had something to do before she left and told
Angel she'd have to call him back. She grabbed her drink and purse
and walked back to the front counter of the hotel. “I need
something mailed,” Morgan told the woman at the desk, then dug
in her purse and pulled out a small stuffed lamb. Stuffed wasn't
really the preference of the older woman in the hospital, but
something about furry little lambs said 'get well soon'. It wore a
light pink bandana around its neck with rosy cheeks with a pink polka
dot diaper around its rear. Morgan had fallen in love with it and
hoped Sean's mom would as well.
    The
kind woman at the desk was eager to help and found Morgan a box. She
even packaged it up as Morgan sipped on her pre-flight cocktail.
“Thank you so much!”
    She gave her the money to cover the postage cost, plus a very
generous tip. By that point though, the blonde in the tall black
heels had to nearly run to get to her taxi. Thankful for the help
from a couple of men inside the hotel, Morgan was able to get her
bags loaded quickly and was on her way to the airport in minutes.
    She
was cutting it close again, something she hated doing as well, but
getting the sheep out had been wor... “Shit! The ring!”
The taxi driver looked at her in the rear view mirror and Morgan
smiled nervously back at him. She'd completely forgotten to mail the
ring, but it wasn't exactly imperative, so she just decided she'd
mail it when she got to Vegas and took a long breath. Heels and
earrings. No other worries. The smile remained on the woman's
face all the way to the airport and even through the quickest check
in she'd ever been though.
    Her
grandmother's advice seemed to work wonders, the less she worried,
the easier life was. Even as she boarded her first flight from Puerto
Rico to Georgia, her good day and wonderful mood continued. All she
could do was imagine scenarios in her head about Clayton and Vegas. It's going to be amazing.
    When
everyone was seated on the plane, Morgan pulled out her scrapbook and
a stack of pictures she'd printed that morning while her laundry had
been drying. She loved scrap booking on planes, as it always passed
some of the time more quickly. When she opened to the page that was
supposed to be empty for Ian, she saw that it wasn't empty at all.
“Aw, you sneaky bastard,” she whispered and ran her
finger over a picture she hadn't even known he'd snapped. It was a
picture of the two of them, except, Morgan was sound asleep and he
was beside her with a foolish grin and pretending to stick his finger
in her nose. The photo made her giggle loudly, but the words
underneath were sweet.

    Morgan,
    I
know I may have seemed distant to you, but the truth is, I did it on
purpose. When I picked you up from the airport, I saw the ring..
    Yes,
I knew the whole time, even before I mentioned it. I also realized
it was bothering you, so I gave you time to work everything out. I
know you have