Page 4 of Shelter for Morgan

The two men exchanged a look, but it was a little more lighthearted than she'd expected. "Well, even though we are a fire house," Squirrel started.

"I guess we're okay helping the sister of a... Detective," Taco huffed out a breath, "even though it's like helping-"

"The enemy," Squirrel had a little sob in his voice before he looked back up at her. "But I'm afraid I'm going to have to charge you for that water."

Morgan sat in the chair and sighed. "You guys... a regular Laurel and Hardy."

"Laurel and Hardy?" Squirrel gave her a wink. "Who are they?"

He got up from his seat but froze when the speakers came to life announcing a call.

Squirrel gave her a look. "Feel free to stay here, we've got to take this call."

"Okay."

As Taco ran past her, she called out to them. "Be safe!"

Taco waved at her as he pushed through the doors. "Thanks!"

She picked up her phone and called her brother.

He picked up on the first ring.

"Hey, Morg. What's up?"

"I just got into San Antonio, so I thought I'd give you a call."

"Like you promised," he chuckled. "So what did Palmer say when he saw you?"

"Well, he hasn't seen me yet, but seriously, Jacob? He probably saw me once or twice at some city events. I doubt he'd recognize me at a glance."

"Well," he mimicked her, "I don't know. You're a pretty memorable person, Morgana Rafferty."

"You're my brother. Of course you'd say that, but seriously, I must have had my wires crossed, I-" She cut herself off and started again before he could start in. "Don't say it."

"Say what?"

She rolled her eyes.

"I came to the station and he's not working today. Can you give me the address again?"

She could hear him thinking on the other end of the phone.

"I know I have it in the text messages you sent me, but you've sent me... what? A thousand texts since I left Center City. Don't make me scroll on and on... and on-"

Her phone pinged with an incoming message.

She moved the phone away from her ear and looked at it.

Smiling, she brought the phone back to her ear. "That was fast."

"I had to do it quickly before you said, 'on and on and on' a thousand times."

She laughed at his pained voice. "You better toughen up before you have kids, brother of mine."

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me. If repeating a few words sets you off, just wait until you have kids. You'll be climbing the walls."

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