Damned If You Don’t Excerpt
Morgan stopped in the middle of the staircase. Don’t turn. Don’t turn.
The picture of dimples and a smile to die for simply wouldn’t let her go. Were they worth her principles? Hadn’t she put him into enough danger as it was already? Her stomach knotted with the truth. She wanted him. She wanted everything he was offering. She had no right to take it. Because if one hint of her problems touched him, he could end up an accessory.
Her hand gripped the railing. One enchanted evening. He doesn’t even know your real name.
One fairy tale night. Even if they track you back to him, he could say he’d been duped.
Think. Think. Make sure. Her grip tightened, knuckles turning white with the strain. Trembling fingers of her other hand rubbed at her temple. There are always consequences and this is his life, not only yours.
Eventually, the people who were after her would pick up her trail. The proprietor would remember her and probably be able to identify Morgan even though she’d changed her appearance. No one would ever know she and Jack had any other contact than being guests at her establishment at the same time. And if they did, he could simply tell the truth—she’d lied to him.
The front door opened. Morgan ran up the rest of the steps, slipping into her room as quietly as possible. With her cheek pressed against the door, she could hear Jack climb the steps, his tread slow, deliberate, and she hoped disappointed. A picture came to her, his face full of indecision as he raised his hand to knock on her door.
Her heart broke as she imagined that same hand falling to his side.
The floor creaked in the hallway. He’d turned. Headed towards his room. Without thought, Morgan cracked open her door. Her jaw dropped as he stepped into the room next to hers.
Fate or design?
She didn’t care. Her gaze shot to the right and spied an adjoining door. Fate or design? It didn’t matter. Not when the possibility loomed so large it blinded her with its promise.
Her heart began to pound. She couldn’t catch her breath. Her throat turned dry as dust as another reality slammed into her psyche. God, it had been so long. All sane thought flew from her mind. Except one. Mouthwash. And a dab of cologne.
Don’t question. Don’t look in the mirror.
Not even lipstick?
Hesitant steps brought her to the adjoining door. As quietly as possible, Morgan unlocked and opened her side. She stared at the wood from his side. Now for the moment of truth.
She pushed. The door swung open.