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"There's nothing going on, and you were getting hard around her?" Whiskey asks, a look of disgust on his face. "That's kind of fucking pervy, don't you think?"

"He's not a pervert," Heathen declares.

"You're the one who just disclosed the way my body reacts to her. Don't defend me in the next breath," I grumble before turning my attention back to Whiskey. "We're talking, I guess. I find her very attractive."

"She's hot as hell," Whiskey adds without hesitation.

I should probably warn him off, but I don't own any part of Morgan. She's a free agent and can do whatever she pleases. I'm not setting her up to see if she'd go after the guy, but if she can't stay focused on one guy at a time, then I think that may be something I should know.

"Easy," Heathen says, coming to the defense of his wife's best friend. "She's not a toy."

Whiskey watches the man as if assessing why he'd even care, and it makes me wonder if a fight is going to break out. Whiskey has been the only one not fully on board with the effort we’re putting into keeping Morgan safe. I know that if he doesn't come around to the idea fully, it's bound to cause some problems within the group.

"I don't have time for games," he says, his tone even despite his choice of words. "Plus, I don't shit where I eat."

Well, that's a graphic way to describe it. At the same time, it also makes me think about what I'm doing, leaving me wondering if it's the best idea. Twisted was, at a minimum, attracted to Morgan, and starting something with her to see where it would go might also cause friction in the group.

"Anything going on this weekend?" Heathen asks instead of engaging Whiskey any further.

"Kincaid, a couple of the guys, and their spouses are coming in later this afternoon," I say as I turn my attention back to my system.

The sooner I get through these lists, the sooner I can go find Morgan.

Despite knowing I should really think about taking things further with her, I also know there's no resisting the woman. I'm not the type of man to waste energy.

Chapter 21

Morgan

My time with Kaylee lasted as long as Ellis was in the conference room with Robert. We sat and chatted in the living room, and the second he stepped out, she excused herself and followed him up the stairs.

I'm not exactly bitter about it. I know I can't spend every single second here with her, but I also couldn't do what I wanted because Whiskey was still in the conference room.

I opted to go up to my room. Since I've been struggling to sleep at night because I can't seem to turn my brain off, I got in bed for a nap.

I don't know how I can pass out so easily in the middle of the day and not at night, but when I wake, I notice the sun has already dipped behind the horizon. This is definitely not going to help me sleep tonight, but there's nothing I can do about it now.

I stretch, sitting on the side of the bed before going into the bathroom to wash my face.

When I open my door and step out into the hallway, I hear music playing downstairs. I can tell from the chatter that there are more people here than there were the other day when Whiskey arrived at the house.

I turn back into my room, unsure if I want to go down and join them. I don't exactly feel like being social or being around people I don't know, but staying in the room alone seems like torture.

I pull different clothes out of the closet and put on some light makeup before heading back out.

I gasp when I step back out of the room the second time. Robert is there, leaning over the balcony with a glass of amber-colored liquid in his hands. He turns toward me slowly, and I swear it feels like something that would play out in a movie.

"I was wondering where you were," he says, his smile easy. "Take a nap?"

"How could you possibly know that? Do you have cameras in my room?"

His eyes widen. "Morgan, I would never do that."

"I was joking," I say, my brows scrunching together.

"You have an impression on your cheek," he explains, and then the man lifts his hand and runs his finger down the line.

It shouldn't be that big of a deal. I can't count the number of times in my life my face has been touched, but unlike every other time, it sends a rush of electricity over my entire body.

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