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Taking a long drink of his beer, Morgan Walker looked around the room and sighed. She was long gone, that was a blow to his ego. He had thought they were getting along fairly well, just talking and enjoying each other's company. She was Linda's kid sister, but she was legal in the eyes of the law. Even Linda and Jake had told him they looked good together, him so dark and all, while she was pale. Her dishwater blond hair and those storm cloud gray eyes the almost opposite of his night black hair and eyes. He had liked the way her eyes reflected what she was thinking and feeling as they talked. And she had liked his Louisiana accent.
So where the hell had she disappeared to? He had thought he made it pretty clear that unlike some of the guys around them, he liked the look and feel of her tall, full figured body pressed next to his as they had danced to some old slow tune. He was a big guy himself, over six feet five and muscular built. He was still a few years from the big gut like his daddy and some of his friends had. Just had to watch what he ate and drank.
It was funny in a way; this was the third time they had run into each other in the last month. He had considered that a good luck sign. But now she had made like the wind and he wanted to find her. He finished his beer and started making his way past the house full of people who knew what Friday night meant around Linda and Jake's house. Half way he was intercepted by a drunken brunette who wrapped her long skinny arms around his neck and begged him to dance with her. Unhooking her arms, he gave her a smile and shook his head. He needed to find her. She hadn't just disappeared into thin air.
As many times as he had been in this house in the last year, he knew the upstairs pretty well. A closet, the bathroom, and the kid's room on the right, a spare bedroom and Lin and Jakes on the left. The kids were at grandmas for the weekend and their room was off limits for everyone but family. He stopped to use the bathroom, and came out after emptying his bladder and splashing cold water on his face.
She looked up as he opened the door to the spare room. Her amusement was evident and he guessed she had been waiting for him. "Not bad, only took you a half hour to come looking."
Morgan sat on the bed next to her. "Did you expect me to?"
"I was hoping. You looked pretty tired down stairs." She lit a cigarette and, and pushed his hair out of his face. So what's happening down stairs, anything good going on?"
"Not since you left. Why you do that to me thought we were getting along."
"We were, but I wanted to see how serious you were. I don't just drop my pants for every guy I talk to."
That made Morgan grin. "Hmm, would you drop my pants for me sugar?"
Her eyes filled with a mischievous smile. "Would you for me?"
Morgan didn't hesitate. He unbuckled his belt and opened his jeans even before he knew he was doing it. "Honey, I would do anything for you. Even run down the street butt ass naked at high noon."
Her tongue darted out to wet her lips. "I was thinking more in the privacy of this room, but that might be fun to watch."
