Thane silently led her back to the bedroom.
The were-liger clearly wanted her to go to bed. Maybe she was becoming a headache for him. Morgan hoped so. Bypassing the opportunity to put something on, she went directly to the bed. Once under the covers, she watched Thane turn off the light and cross the room. “You’re not sleeping with me.”
He sat on the edge of the bed and patted her arm before beginning to purr again. Before long, her eyes had grown heavy enough to close. Why am I so tired ?
Morgan fell asleep.
A mouthful of drool woke her. Morgan hopped out of bed to grab her robe out of her bag before leaving the bedroom. The mingled smell of coffee and bacon led her to the kitchen’s entrance, to the right of the living room. She paused there, watching as Thane deftly transferred an omelet from skillet to plate.
He was barefoot, wearing jeans and an untucked, pale blue tee. Under different circumstances, she’d consider flirting with him, the end goal being a few hours in bed. Instead, Morgan frowned. “How long do I have to stay here?”
No answer, unless she counted his placing the plate on the kitchen table as one. A mug of coffee, glass of orange juice, and plate of toast were already waiting. Thane gestured at the chair before turning back to the stove.
Morgan sighed and sat down. At least she wouldn’t be going hungry and, after testing a bite, had to admit he could cook. The were-liger joined her a few minutes later. She swallowed and said, “This is good. Thanks.”
He nodded, tucking into his own breakfast. Returning her attention to the food, she wondered why he didn’t talk. Calhoun had said Thane didn’t talk much. That was different from “not at all.” Another thing: even before she’d become a full-fledged Were, there’d been a couple of instances of small wounds spontaneously healing. Yet she’d seen scars on Thane’s back the night before.
She obviously wasn’t going to get any answers out of him if he wouldn’t talk. Morgan finished the omelet and sipped her coffee, watching him eat. He did so neatly and quickly, though sitting hunched over his plate. Her eyes narrowed. She’d seen men recently out of jail who ate like that. They had to eat fast, covering their food to keep others from taking or doing something else to it.
Calhoun trusts him . Where that thought came from, or why it mattered, she didn’t know. What did was whether or not she trusted Calhoun. Right now, Morgan wasn’t sure. Why trust someone who’d used her own tactics so successfully against her?
He’d gotten what he wanted. Had used her and dumped her on someone else the second it was convenient. Had probably taken blonde Patty to bed right after she’d been sent out the door. A rush of hot jealousy swept through Morgan’s mind and she unconsciously bared her teeth.
What the hell is wrong with me ?
She did not get attached to men. Doing so only led to heartbreak and hardship. Been there, done that, got the goddamned T-shirt .
A soft buzz broke into her thoughts and Morgan startled as Thane left the table. She followed, holding her coffee mug, and watched him answer the door. She wasn’t able to see what buttons he pushed on the keypad before he stepped back while opening the door.
The visitor was a woman, carrying an electronic tablet. She smiled at Thane before focusing on Morgan. “Hi. I’m Jana, and I’ll be your guide for your first few days here. Thane’s not really good at that particular job.”
Morgan didn’t respond immediately, taking her time to look Jana over carefully. Shorter, brunette, rather plain. I could take her . “My guide for what?”
Jana’s smile didn’t falter at her rude tone and she wasn’t shy about looking Morgan right in the eyes. “I’ll show you around the complex, tell you what your training schedule will be. I’ll be introducing you to your trainers today.”
“My trainers?” Morgan’s lips twisted into a sneer. “What the hell are they going
The were-liger clearly wanted her to go to bed. Maybe she was becoming a headache for him. Morgan hoped so. Bypassing the opportunity to put something on, she went directly to the bed. Once under the covers, she watched Thane turn off the light and cross the room. “You’re not sleeping with me.”
He sat on the edge of the bed and patted her arm before beginning to purr again. Before long, her eyes had grown heavy enough to close. Why am I so tired ?
Morgan fell asleep.
A mouthful of drool woke her. Morgan hopped out of bed to grab her robe out of her bag before leaving the bedroom. The mingled smell of coffee and bacon led her to the kitchen’s entrance, to the right of the living room. She paused there, watching as Thane deftly transferred an omelet from skillet to plate.
He was barefoot, wearing jeans and an untucked, pale blue tee. Under different circumstances, she’d consider flirting with him, the end goal being a few hours in bed. Instead, Morgan frowned. “How long do I have to stay here?”
No answer, unless she counted his placing the plate on the kitchen table as one. A mug of coffee, glass of orange juice, and plate of toast were already waiting. Thane gestured at the chair before turning back to the stove.
Morgan sighed and sat down. At least she wouldn’t be going hungry and, after testing a bite, had to admit he could cook. The were-liger joined her a few minutes later. She swallowed and said, “This is good. Thanks.”
He nodded, tucking into his own breakfast. Returning her attention to the food, she wondered why he didn’t talk. Calhoun had said Thane didn’t talk much. That was different from “not at all.” Another thing: even before she’d become a full-fledged Were, there’d been a couple of instances of small wounds spontaneously healing. Yet she’d seen scars on Thane’s back the night before.
She obviously wasn’t going to get any answers out of him if he wouldn’t talk. Morgan finished the omelet and sipped her coffee, watching him eat. He did so neatly and quickly, though sitting hunched over his plate. Her eyes narrowed. She’d seen men recently out of jail who ate like that. They had to eat fast, covering their food to keep others from taking or doing something else to it.
Calhoun trusts him . Where that thought came from, or why it mattered, she didn’t know. What did was whether or not she trusted Calhoun. Right now, Morgan wasn’t sure. Why trust someone who’d used her own tactics so successfully against her?
He’d gotten what he wanted. Had used her and dumped her on someone else the second it was convenient. Had probably taken blonde Patty to bed right after she’d been sent out the door. A rush of hot jealousy swept through Morgan’s mind and she unconsciously bared her teeth.
What the hell is wrong with me ?
She did not get attached to men. Doing so only led to heartbreak and hardship. Been there, done that, got the goddamned T-shirt .
A soft buzz broke into her thoughts and Morgan startled as Thane left the table. She followed, holding her coffee mug, and watched him answer the door. She wasn’t able to see what buttons he pushed on the keypad before he stepped back while opening the door.
The visitor was a woman, carrying an electronic tablet. She smiled at Thane before focusing on Morgan. “Hi. I’m Jana, and I’ll be your guide for your first few days here. Thane’s not really good at that particular job.”
Morgan didn’t respond immediately, taking her time to look Jana over carefully. Shorter, brunette, rather plain. I could take her . “My guide for what?”
Jana’s smile didn’t falter at her rude tone and she wasn’t shy about looking Morgan right in the eyes. “I’ll show you around the complex, tell you what your training schedule will be. I’ll be introducing you to your trainers today.”
“My trainers?” Morgan’s lips twisted into a sneer. “What the hell are they going
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