seeing how much Megan was blushing at that last part. “Thanks, Mom. I'll stop by later. I need to get Meggie home.”
“Okay. Perhaps the three of you can come over for dinner soon?”
He shot a sideways glance at Megan. Dinner with his family might be a little too much too soon. The look on her face said she thought so too.
“That'd be great,” he said, hoping it was noncommittal enough to satisfy both of them.
His mom certainly seemed to understand as she withdrew her head with a smile. “Wonderful. I'll look forward to it, but for now I think we all have better places to be, don't we? I'll see you both soon.”
“Bye, Mrs. Morgan.”
“Oh, please call me Lizzie.”
Megan smiled. “Bye then, Lizzie.”
“Goodbye, dear.” She stood up so that Megan could no longer see her through the window, then waggled her eyebrows at Michael. “I'll see you later, angel.”
He rolled his eyes at her with a rueful grin. “Okay, Mom. See ya.”
As he pulled away he tightened his arm around Megan's shoulders. “Thanks, Meggie.”
She smiled up at him. “I told you. Ethan comes first. You've been missing him all weekend. Neither of us would enjoy it if you spent this evening with me and not him.”
He shook his head. It was true. He just hadn't expected her to be so understanding. This was one of the reasons he mostly stuck to flirting with women. Even the ones who made it as far as his bed didn't make it into his life. Women never seemed to understand that his boy came first. Yet here was Megan, telling him that Ethan came first, while he himself was still struggling with the idea.
“You're not cross with me, are you?”
“How could I be cross with you? I just can't believe my luck. You're unbelievable, you know? You're so damned hot, so damned sweet, and you understand about my boy. If I'd known I'd meet you, I would have come home years ago!”
That huge smile lit up her face. “But I only just came here, the same time you did.”
“See? You even have perfect timing.”
He pulled up outside the rundown little house where she was living and looked out through the window at it.
She seemed to read his thoughts. “I know it's not much, but I do like this place. Do you want to come in? Do you have time?”
He smiled down at her. “I like this place too, because it's where you live. I'd love to come in with you, but I'm not going to. If I did I'd have to call my mom to get Ethan. No way would I be leaving before morning.”
There went the naughty, guilty little smile again, making him shift in his seat. He had to leave, or he wasn't going to be able to.
“I told my mom you had my number, but you don't have my phone number—and I don't have yours. Do you want to give it to me?”
She nodded as she watched him pull his phone out. She told him her number and he tapped it into his phone and hit save. With a grin he tapped out a text and her phone buzzed.
He put a hand on her arm. “Now you have got my number. Do me a favor though? Don't read the text until I've gone.”
He came around and opened her door for her. When she got out he pulled her against him and kissed her, deeply and slowly, knowing he should leave while he still could.
It was Megan who broke away first though. “You should go now. You don't want to be late for Ethan.”
He nodded his head slowly, seriously considering calling his mom to go pick the boy up.
Megan smiled and shook her head at him. “Go on. Go! If you won't, I will.” She pulled away from him and opened the front gate.
He couldn't help it, he stepped after her and caught her wrist to pull her back to him for one last kiss. He was shocked at the look of sheer terror that crossed her face as she jerked her arm out of his grasp. “Meggie, I'm sorry! I...”
The panic was gone as quickly as it came. She smiled and came to him, wrapping her arms around his middle and resting her head against his chest. “It's okay. There's nothing to be sorry for. Sometimes I
“Okay. Perhaps the three of you can come over for dinner soon?”
He shot a sideways glance at Megan. Dinner with his family might be a little too much too soon. The look on her face said she thought so too.
“That'd be great,” he said, hoping it was noncommittal enough to satisfy both of them.
His mom certainly seemed to understand as she withdrew her head with a smile. “Wonderful. I'll look forward to it, but for now I think we all have better places to be, don't we? I'll see you both soon.”
“Bye, Mrs. Morgan.”
“Oh, please call me Lizzie.”
Megan smiled. “Bye then, Lizzie.”
“Goodbye, dear.” She stood up so that Megan could no longer see her through the window, then waggled her eyebrows at Michael. “I'll see you later, angel.”
He rolled his eyes at her with a rueful grin. “Okay, Mom. See ya.”
As he pulled away he tightened his arm around Megan's shoulders. “Thanks, Meggie.”
She smiled up at him. “I told you. Ethan comes first. You've been missing him all weekend. Neither of us would enjoy it if you spent this evening with me and not him.”
He shook his head. It was true. He just hadn't expected her to be so understanding. This was one of the reasons he mostly stuck to flirting with women. Even the ones who made it as far as his bed didn't make it into his life. Women never seemed to understand that his boy came first. Yet here was Megan, telling him that Ethan came first, while he himself was still struggling with the idea.
“You're not cross with me, are you?”
“How could I be cross with you? I just can't believe my luck. You're unbelievable, you know? You're so damned hot, so damned sweet, and you understand about my boy. If I'd known I'd meet you, I would have come home years ago!”
That huge smile lit up her face. “But I only just came here, the same time you did.”
“See? You even have perfect timing.”
He pulled up outside the rundown little house where she was living and looked out through the window at it.
She seemed to read his thoughts. “I know it's not much, but I do like this place. Do you want to come in? Do you have time?”
He smiled down at her. “I like this place too, because it's where you live. I'd love to come in with you, but I'm not going to. If I did I'd have to call my mom to get Ethan. No way would I be leaving before morning.”
There went the naughty, guilty little smile again, making him shift in his seat. He had to leave, or he wasn't going to be able to.
“I told my mom you had my number, but you don't have my phone number—and I don't have yours. Do you want to give it to me?”
She nodded as she watched him pull his phone out. She told him her number and he tapped it into his phone and hit save. With a grin he tapped out a text and her phone buzzed.
He put a hand on her arm. “Now you have got my number. Do me a favor though? Don't read the text until I've gone.”
He came around and opened her door for her. When she got out he pulled her against him and kissed her, deeply and slowly, knowing he should leave while he still could.
It was Megan who broke away first though. “You should go now. You don't want to be late for Ethan.”
He nodded his head slowly, seriously considering calling his mom to go pick the boy up.
Megan smiled and shook her head at him. “Go on. Go! If you won't, I will.” She pulled away from him and opened the front gate.
He couldn't help it, he stepped after her and caught her wrist to pull her back to him for one last kiss. He was shocked at the look of sheer terror that crossed her face as she jerked her arm out of his grasp. “Meggie, I'm sorry! I...”
The panic was gone as quickly as it came. She smiled and came to him, wrapping her arms around his middle and resting her head against his chest. “It's okay. There's nothing to be sorry for. Sometimes I
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