Page 93 of Heal You
“I’m sure.”Breathing a sigh of relief when Finn nodded and walked away, Morgan focused her attention on Phil.“If you want to talk, we can talk.But we do it outside.”
“Why?So your customers don’t know you’ve been fucking a married woman?!”
Morgan took Phil by the elbow, turned him around, and shoved him out the door.He almost lost his footing as he landed outside on the pavement, but he quickly gathered himself and faced Morgan.
“The fuck are you doing, Morgan?”
“Well, I’m trying to run a business.”She shoved her hands in the pockets of her jeans and stood tall.Phil wouldn’t intimidate her, no matter how hard he tried.“As for my relationship with Jan, I don’t believe that’s gotanythingto do with you.”
“How long has it been going on?”
“Why?She’s not your wife anymore, and that’s nobody’s fault but your own.”Morgan studied Phil’s face.Was he…accusing Morgan of sleeping with Jan while they were still together?Fuck.“Hang on, you think this started before you knocked up your employee?”
“Jan wouldn’t meet anyone so soon.That’s not who she is.She doesn’t spend her time in bars, fucking random bartenders!”
Morgan stepped forward, almost forehead to forehead with Phil.“Have some fucking respect for your ex-wife.”
“She’s worth ten of you!”Phil’s eyes bulged as he roared that in Morgan’s face.“You’re fucking nobody!”
While that hurt, Morgan wouldn’t show it.“That may be true, but at least I actually give her attention and show her affection.At least I care that she’s in my life.But you?You’ve no idea what you’ve lost.Or maybe you do, and that’s exactly why you’re here trying to put me down.”Morgan turned her back, hoping Phil got the message.“Go home, Phil.You’re making a fool of yourself.”
As Morgan stepped back inside the bar, the weight of what Phil had just said pressing down on her, she cleared her throat and swallowed down the emotion lodged in it.Finn, Gillian, and Jan stared back at her from across the room, but it didn’t need to be discussed.What was the point?
“Another round?”
Jan sighed as Morgan bypassed her and chose not to take the hand she held out.It wasn’t something anyone needed to dwell on.Morgan just wanted to get on with running this place.
Finn stepped up to the bar and lowered her voice.“You okay?”
“Yeah.”
“Morgan—”
“I’m fine, Finn.”She braced her hands against the counter and exhaled a deep breath.“I just wish people would stop telling me I’m not good enough for Jan.IknowI’m not, but I don’t know how to change that.”
“H-he said that to you?”Finn clenched her hands into fists.“That piece of shit had the fucking audacity to say that to you?”
Morgan pushed off the counter and held up a hand.“I don’t want to talk about it anymore.I’m sick of not being able to go more than a few days without someone fucking it all up.”
Finn dipped her head and found Morgan’s eyes.“Youaregood enough for her.No matter whatanyonesays.She fucking loves you, and that’s what matters.”
As Morgan shook her head and got back to work, Jan and Gillian came from the other side of the room.Morgan briefly made eye contact with Jan, swallowing down the lump in her throat as she offered her the smallest smile.
Jan’s brows drew together.“What’s wrong?”
“Fucking Phil!”Finn clenched her jaw as she lifted herself onto her stool again.“He’s got some balls coming here after what he’s done.”
Jan looked between Morgan and Finn, her face draining of all colour.“He’s been here?”
“Yeah.He’s not happy, which I guess is understandable.”Morgan cleared her throat and wiped down the counter.“He made sure I knew what he thought of me, that’s for sure.”
“When did he leave?”Jan set her handbag down on the bar and moved towards the door.“Will I catch up with him?”
“Just leave it, babe.He’s not worth the hassle.”
Instead of taking her seat beside Gillian, Jan turned for the exit.
Great.More drama.
