“Was it fun?”
“Um, yeah, you could say that.”
“So it was good, then?”
“‘Spectacular’ is a better word.”
Piper let out a girlish shriek. “I love this so much!”
“We’re not getting excited yet, remember?”
“How’s that going for you?”
“Not so great. I really like him. And we have a connection, the kind that doesn’t come along very often.”
“I know all about that rare connection.”
“He’s like your Jack in some ways. He’s been through so much. I’m not sure he’s ready for anything like this.”
“I get it. It’s a gamble to go all in with someone who’s grieving a big loss, but it can also be thrilling to bring light and joy back to their lives.”
“That’s a nice way to put it.”
“Every time Jack laughs or smiles, it feels like a victory of sorts. It happens a lot more often than it did when we were first together.”
“Which is another reason why you have nothing to worry about where he’s concerned.”
“We’re not talking about me. We’re talking about you and Morgan.”
“There’s no me and Morgan. We had a fun night. Who knows if it’ll go anywhere from there?”
“I bet it will.”
“I guess we’ll see, won’t we?”
“Yes, we will, and I can’t wait to hear all about it.”
* * *
Though he hadn’t slept much during the night, Morgan pushed himself through a workout while Terry watched the gym’s reception desk for him. As he lifted free weights with much more energy than he should’ve had, Morgan relived his night with Sierra for the third time since he’d left her place, wanting to commit every second of it to memory.
From when he’d picked her up until they parted company this morning, their time together had felt almost magical to him, which wasn’t a word he used lightly. Not much in his life had been magical. He’d had much more tragedy than magic and was almost afraid to trust his own instincts when trying to describe how it’d felt to be with her.
She’d given him something he hadn’t known he needed until she provided it—soft sweetness, which he wouldn’t have expected from her before last night. While she was always super friendly and warm, there was an untouchable aura about her, too. Like she didn’t let just anyone get close, and if you were lucky enough to make the cut, you damned well better be worth it.
Morgan was fairly certain he’d met the moment, but he wouldn’t know for certain until he saw her again.
Duke Sullivan came over to say hello while Morgan was resting between sets. “How’s it going?”
“Good. You?”
“Every day is a good day on Gansett Island.”
“Is that right?”
“Sorry. Shouldn’t have said it like that.”
“What do you mean?”
