Cameron lifted a brow. “But I thought you hiring her as a real estate agent was a cunning ploy to spend time with her.”
Morgan smiled. “It started out that way, but this might be one of those situations where I got caught in my own trap.”
Cameron chuckled. “That doesn’t bother you?”
“No, whatever works I’m for it.” Moments later Morgan asked, “Why are we drawn to difficult women?”
Cameron shrugged massive shoulders as he glanced at his watch. “Because we’re strong men. Any weaker man would have given up by now. Rejection is something a lot of men don’t take very well. But you know that saying about only the strong surviving. I think it has become our slogan. Besides,” he said, after another sip of his beer, “it’s more than our nature, Morgan. It’s our destiny.”
Morgan’s mouth formed into a determined smile. Cameron had spoken of strength, but Morgan hadn’t felt strong after talking with Lena last night. In fact for a long while after their conversation he had sat in the chair behind the desk, too weak in the knees to even move. Never had he gotten so turned on from exchanging words with a woman through cyberspace. And every time he moved around in his hotel room and glanced over at his desk, he could picture a naked Lena spread on it.
He glanced over at Cameron. “So can I expect a visit from you sometime later this month?”
Cameron smiled. “Yes, that’s something you can pretty much bank on.”
Lena found that her emotional side was the pits. She had asked herself a million times upon wakening that morning, how had she done what she did last night? Sheesh! She could blame it on her fictional twin all she wanted, but it was her fingers that had typed in those outlandish words.
What did Morgan think of her? From his typed responses it didn’t appear that he’d been put off by her behavior. In fact he seemed to have enjoyed chatting with her naughty twin. She sighed thinking that he was due back in town on Sunday and she was supposed to give him an answer to his proposal. She was no closer to making a decision than she had been the day he’d made it.
She had planned to go by his house that day to clean up any more chocolate handprints left by that little boy, but hadn’t had the desire to do so. The last place she needed to go today was the place where Morgan slept, ate, bathed, dressed…
She tossed a file on her desk wondering at what point she would stop fantasizing about the man. Hadn’t doing so got her in enough trouble already?
She almost jumped when her intercom sounded. Leaning forward she pushed the button. “Yes, Wendy?”
“Cassandra Tisdale is here to see you.”
Lena lifted a brow. Cassandra Tisdale? What would the woman want with her? There was only one way to find out. “Send her in, Wendy.”
Lena stood just moments before her office door opened and Cassandra breezed in, bringing all her air of phoniness with her. She decided not to waste any time in asking, “Cassandra, what can I do for you?”
Cassandra smiled brightly. “I think I owe you an apology.”
Lena crossed her arms over her chest and eyed the woman skeptically. “Do you?”
“Yes, silly me. When I saw you and Morgan together a couple of weeks ago I jumped to the wrong conclusions when I should have known better. I just heard at lunch that you’re selling his home for him. I should have known it was something to do with business and not anything personal.”
Lena silently heard what Cassandra was not saying. “And why should you have known that?”
Cassandra smiled affectionately. Lena surmised that it was the same way she would have smiled at a puppy before kicking it. “Because you aren’t Morgan’s type. In fact I know the perfect woman for him.”
Lena leaned her hips against her desk. “Do you?”
“Yes, my cousin Jamie. You probably remember her from the ball that night.”
Now it was Lena who smiled. “Oh yes. Isn’t that the same cousin you tried pushing off on Chance?”
Cassandra frowned. “Chance disappointed me. I always thought he appreciated the finer things in life.”
“He does. That’s why he married Kylie. In fact I think he’s a man who recognizes top quality when he sees it.”
Cassandra’s frown deepened. “Well, I wish them the best. But getting back to Morgan.”
“And your cousin?”
“Yes. Did you know she was his date at the governor’s inaugural ball last year?”
Lena smiled. She had heard it a different way from Kylie. It seemed the young woman was in attendance and had asked Morgan to take her home when she began not feeling well. “And?”