“Shut the hell up, bro. We’re in the kitchen.”
“Well, well. What do we have here? Did someone have a sleepover and not invite us?” Julian grinned. “Good morning, Morgan.” He kissed my cheek.
“Morning, Morgan.” Parker kissed my cheek.
“See, they did it correctly.” I smirked, staring at Roman.
“Did what correctly?” Parker asked.
“Morgan thinks it’s inappropriate for two people who aren’t in a relationship to kiss someone good morning on the lips. She says it’s only for couples.”
“I tend to agree with her,” Parker said.
“Ha! I told you.” I smiled, pointing at Roman.
“What about a woman’s other set of lips?” Julian smiled.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” Roman shook his head.
I couldn’t help but laugh.
“See. Morgan thinks it’s funny.”
“What are you two doing here?” Roman asked.
“What do you mean? It’s our golf day.”
“Shit. I forgot.”
“Whoa, bro. How could you forget about playing golf?” Parker asked.
“I’ll go get ready.” He left the kitchen and went upstairs.
“Do you two have girlfriends?” I asked Julian and Parker.
“No way. But I might make an exception if you’re interested.” Julian winked.
“I can see why you’re single.” I pointed at him.
“Now that’s right.” Parker laughed.
Roman walked into the kitchen in his golf clothes. What the man did or didn’t wear made him sexy as hell.
“I’ll pick you up at the hotel around six-thirty.”
“Uh, we have dinner with Dad tonight. Did you forget?” Parker asked.
“No. Morgan is coming with us.”
“Have you lost your mind?” Julian laughed. “Better kiss her goodbye now. Because after tonight, she’ll be on the first flight back to New York.”
“Knock it off. I’ll see you later.” He kissed my cheek and winked.
I put on last night’s clothes, returned to the hotel, and showered. Grabbing my phone, I called Detective Lambert.
“Detective Lambert,” he answered.
“Detective Lambert, my name is Morgan Ashley. I’m a private investigator for Roman Hamilton at The Hamilton Group. You were the lead detective for the Grace Norway case, correct?”