Alaska! Are you drunk? You’re not moving to Alaska!
Meet me at O’Riley’s in fifteen minutes.Forget Archer and the fact that he knew her better than anyone else. Forget the amazing orgasms or how he always had her back. She needed to forget all of it for a few minutes and give herself some breathing room.
Instead she’d concentrate on her sister. If anyone was going to help Morgan, dammit, it’d be her. She headed downstairs.Hungry? Finn asked when he saw her.What do you want?
Everything you’ve got, she said as she slid onto a stool next to an already seated Morgan.Worked up an appetite today, huh? Finn asked.
If he only knew . . .
Morgan laughed. Used to be, she was always hungry. It was like she was hollow.He reached out and stabbed a fritter with his fork.
Are we not meant to use our fingers?Just being careful in case they’re—
Not too hot! Senhor Farias called out.Andrew looked up and grinned. Fingers it is.