way.”
“You are?” she asked, just before his
lips came to rest on hers.
He groaned and pulled her into an
embrace. She leaned against him, safe in his arms. “I think I’m falling for
you, too,” she murmured, then pulled back to look up into his eyes. “I don’t
know how it happened so quickly, but it has.” She raised her lips for another kiss.
* * *
Back at the Lodge, they’d stopped
outside her room for one last kiss when Chance looked down and frowned.
“What?” she said, following the
direction of his gaze.
The room card was stuck in the slot of
the door. Dale removed it, slid it back in again and the green light came on.
They entered quietly. The light was on in the small kitchen area and soft light
came from Morgan’s bedroom but there was no other sound.
Dale put up a cautionary hand, walked to
the bedroom door and took in the scene with one glance. Adrian had fallen
asleep, his head resting at what looked like an uncomfortable angle on the back
of the easy chair. She smiled and motioned for Chance to come. They stood for a
moment, observing the tableau and her hand crept into his. “It’s a good thing
she’s working the afternoon shift tomorrow,” she whispered. “I’ll bet she’s
going to have a massive hangover.”
Adrian lifted his head and massaged his
neck. When he saw them standing in the doorway, he grinned sheepishly and rose.
“I brought her home,” he said in a low voice, following them out into the
living area. “She was in pretty bad shape.” He glanced back toward the bedroom.
“I took off her blouse and her shoes, but other than that she still has her
clothes on.”
Dale raised an eyebrow.
“She was all wet. She threw up a couple
of times and tried to clean herself up.”
“Sorry. I should have known better than to
question your motives. What happened, do you know?”
Adrian shook his head. “I’m not sure.
She wasn’t making much sense, but I got the impression that it was something to
do with Rob; something about it not being a date. Karen brought her down on the
gondola and I took it from there.”
Dale gave him a knowing look. “And you
just happened to be in the area, I suppose.”
A blush crept up his neck. “Sort of.”
“How fortunate.” She kissed him on one
cheek, then the other. “Thank you, Adrian.”
He wandered off and she turned to
Chance. “Would you do that for me?”
He circled her waist with his arms and
pulled her close. “What, take off your clothes?” His eyes sparkled. “Gladly.”
She gave him playful slap. “No, you
goof. He obviously waited around when I told him she’d gone up top. Isn’t that
sweet?”
“Oh, I’d wait for you.” The playful tone
went out of his voice and he searched her face. “But then I think you already
know that.”
She nodded. “I do. Now kiss me
goodnight. Tomorrow is going to be a long day.”
* * *
Morgan had never had a hangover before,
but she recognized it the moment she opened her eyes. The insistent throbbing
was almost more than she could stand. She sat up slowly and looked down at
herself. She still had her slacks on, plus her bra. Had she fallen asleep
before she could finish undressing? She lowered her head and spotted her winter
boots. One sock was tucked neatly inside each one and she frowned. She never
wore her socks more than once and never, ever put them back in her boots.
“How are you this morning?” Dale stood
in the door, ready for work. “Would you like a glass of water and a couple of
aspirins?”
Morgan didn’t seem to hear her. “Look at
my boots,” she said. “I never put my socks back in my boots like that.” Faint
memories, like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle, started to come together, and she
winced. “Did Adrian bring me home? He did, didn’t he?” She noticed the tea cups
and cookies on the bedside table. “He was here in my bedroom?”
Dale decided to put her out of her
misery. “He brought you home, yes.”
Things were coming into focus.
“You are?” she asked, just before his
lips came to rest on hers.
He groaned and pulled her into an
embrace. She leaned against him, safe in his arms. “I think I’m falling for
you, too,” she murmured, then pulled back to look up into his eyes. “I don’t
know how it happened so quickly, but it has.” She raised her lips for another kiss.
* * *
Back at the Lodge, they’d stopped
outside her room for one last kiss when Chance looked down and frowned.
“What?” she said, following the
direction of his gaze.
The room card was stuck in the slot of
the door. Dale removed it, slid it back in again and the green light came on.
They entered quietly. The light was on in the small kitchen area and soft light
came from Morgan’s bedroom but there was no other sound.
Dale put up a cautionary hand, walked to
the bedroom door and took in the scene with one glance. Adrian had fallen
asleep, his head resting at what looked like an uncomfortable angle on the back
of the easy chair. She smiled and motioned for Chance to come. They stood for a
moment, observing the tableau and her hand crept into his. “It’s a good thing
she’s working the afternoon shift tomorrow,” she whispered. “I’ll bet she’s
going to have a massive hangover.”
Adrian lifted his head and massaged his
neck. When he saw them standing in the doorway, he grinned sheepishly and rose.
“I brought her home,” he said in a low voice, following them out into the
living area. “She was in pretty bad shape.” He glanced back toward the bedroom.
“I took off her blouse and her shoes, but other than that she still has her
clothes on.”
Dale raised an eyebrow.
“She was all wet. She threw up a couple
of times and tried to clean herself up.”
“Sorry. I should have known better than to
question your motives. What happened, do you know?”
Adrian shook his head. “I’m not sure.
She wasn’t making much sense, but I got the impression that it was something to
do with Rob; something about it not being a date. Karen brought her down on the
gondola and I took it from there.”
Dale gave him a knowing look. “And you
just happened to be in the area, I suppose.”
A blush crept up his neck. “Sort of.”
“How fortunate.” She kissed him on one
cheek, then the other. “Thank you, Adrian.”
He wandered off and she turned to
Chance. “Would you do that for me?”
He circled her waist with his arms and
pulled her close. “What, take off your clothes?” His eyes sparkled. “Gladly.”
She gave him playful slap. “No, you
goof. He obviously waited around when I told him she’d gone up top. Isn’t that
sweet?”
“Oh, I’d wait for you.” The playful tone
went out of his voice and he searched her face. “But then I think you already
know that.”
She nodded. “I do. Now kiss me
goodnight. Tomorrow is going to be a long day.”
* * *
Morgan had never had a hangover before,
but she recognized it the moment she opened her eyes. The insistent throbbing
was almost more than she could stand. She sat up slowly and looked down at
herself. She still had her slacks on, plus her bra. Had she fallen asleep
before she could finish undressing? She lowered her head and spotted her winter
boots. One sock was tucked neatly inside each one and she frowned. She never
wore her socks more than once and never, ever put them back in her boots.
“How are you this morning?” Dale stood
in the door, ready for work. “Would you like a glass of water and a couple of
aspirins?”
Morgan didn’t seem to hear her. “Look at
my boots,” she said. “I never put my socks back in my boots like that.” Faint
memories, like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle, started to come together, and she
winced. “Did Adrian bring me home? He did, didn’t he?” She noticed the tea cups
and cookies on the bedside table. “He was here in my bedroom?”
Dale decided to put her out of her
misery. “He brought you home, yes.”
Things were coming into focus.
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