Page 63 of The Mourning Throne
“We are,” he said evenly.
“I see.”
That tone. It wasn’t angry. It wasn’t anything. That meant trouble where Kate was concerned.
“What is it, Kate?” he asked, dragging his fingers down Lex’s face. He slid his thumb against Lex’s mouth but there wasn’t a reaction.
Still pouting, apparently.
“Well—”
Lex moved.
He sat up like someone had thrown water on him, cards scattering to the floor. His fingers trembled as he snatched the phone from Morgan’s hand, hit speaker, and set it flat against the open laptop.
“—it’s strange, is all I’m saying,” Kate continued. “They’re not happy.”
“Your family?” Morgan asked. “Do they know we’re here?”
“Not that I’m aware. If—”
“Did you tell them it wasoverbetween you and Morgan?” Lex cut in, voice low and sharp.
Green really wasn’t Lex’s color. It dripped from his lips, festering and sickly. Jealousy at its absolute finest.
Kate sighed. “Hello to you too, Lex. Yes. I did. That’s not the issue here.”
“Then what is?”
“My baby cousin. He’s missing. He was supposed to meet my other cousin—the one that kept asking after you, Morgan. Max? I understand that you don’t particularly care, but since you’re already in the area…”
Morgan’s fingers paused on the keyboard. “What do you expect me to do? Go on a manhunt?”
“No. Thankfully, we have someone that can do that already there. I was simply going to ask you to keep an eye out for him.”
Lex cleared his throat. “What’s his name, Kate? You gotta give us something to go on.”
“Oliver.”
Silence. Total. Immediate.
Lex’s eyes caught Morgan’s, and he could read the word stuck on Lex’s tongue. The same word expanding in his throat until it closed.
No.
It was the kind of coincidence you only saw in television and movies—never real life.
The chances of Ollie and Oliver being the same person were slim. It wasn’t as if the name was uncommon.
“I’ll do what I can,” Morgan murmured, voice never wavering. “We’re quite busy with the business.”
“Yes. That I know... thank you, Morgan.”
Click. The line went dead.
Lex moved first. He bolted for the second bedroom, rustling around for a moment.
Ollie’s soft question was nearly swallowed by the sound of—what Morgan could only assume was—the black-and-white lingerie bag.
