My Best Friend's Bride by Baird Ginny

Author:Baird, Ginny [Baird, Ginny]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Winter Wedding Press
Published: 2015-06-09T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eighteen

Morgan pressed her palms against Owen’s broad chest as he stood on her doorstep. “It’s time to go home now, lover boy, or I’ll never get anything done!”

Owen pulled her up against him and attempted to nuzzle her neck. “I thought you asked me over for pancakes?”

She pushed back with a laugh. “That was more than twelve hours ago!”

Owen stared up at the night sky and the stars that twinkled above. “It has gotten late, hasn’t it?”

“Very,” she purred, planting a kiss on his lips. What a whirlwind romance this had been! For the past three days, Morgan and Owen had been nearly inseparable. Apart from the brief few hours when he’d gone back to sleep at Susan’s place, he’d spent every waking hour here. Including this morning, when he’d come over for a big country breakfast. Morgan had even made cheese grits! She was so darned proud of herself. “But if you don’t leave,” she continued, “I’ll never be ready for Jill coming home tomorrow.”

“Jill and Hunter.”

“Yes, them.”

Fifi sat at Morgan’s feet, contentedly thumping her tail against the floorboards. The dog looked up at the embracing couple with a big, dopey grin. “You know,” Owen said. “I think Fifi kind of likes us. Dogs have a sense about people being together that way.”

“Shut up.”

“I’m serious. We published a book on animal instincts only last year.”

Morgan wrapped her fingers around his sturdy biceps. “Yes, well… My animal instincts are telling me not to let you go.”

“Then don’t.”

“I must. I still have some picking up to do.”

He jostled her in his arms. “You will come to New York? You promised.”

“Yes, you impossibly insistent man. I’ve already marked the Fourth of July weekend on my calendar.”

“Good.” Owen pulled his gaze from hers to glance around the porch and then survey the yard. “That’s a bit odd, isn’t it?”

“What’s odd?”

“The cat. The gray one. I haven’t seen him since we moved Hunter’s stuff in.”

“Mimi?” Morgan asked in a haze. Then suddenly it dawned on her and she shrieked. “Mimi! Oh, no!” she cried with a gasp. “You’re right! I haven’t seen him in days!”

“I thought you were feeding him?”

“I was! I filled up his bowl in the laundry room twice a day. The next time I looked, the bowl was always empty.” She stared down at the dog, whose tongue was lolling out sideways. “Fifi! You scamp!” Morgan could have sworn that Fifi grinned.

“We have to find him,” Owen said.

Morgan gaped at him in horror. “I thought he was hiding all this time!”

“Maybe he still is. Where was he the last place you saw him?”

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