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Sam keep a lid on it. She lived in Philadelphia, and she owned a small bookstore, so she wouldn t be
too hard to track down. It had only been two days, but he missed her. He thought about calling his
agent and his publicist so they could be ready for the fallout once someone on that island was paid to
talk. He didn t hold it against them. He was used to having people sell what they could about him to
make a buck. But there was Morgan to consider; she was going to be bombarded and hounded. And he
didn t want to see that happen.
For the moment he was content with the memory of her laughing in bed their last morning together,
commenting about the gigantic fake diamond ring he d bought her. She would kill him if she knew
how much that ring really cost. Ironically, it was worth much more than the amount she told him she
needed to fully renovate her bookstore. He d known she would never take any money from him so, in
his own way, he d given her what she needed. She d promised she would never throw it away, and if
she ever found out its true worth, maybe she would pawn it and get the repairs done to the bookstore.
He could only imagine what she would say if some reporter walked into the store asking her to
comment on her marriage to him. She would be shocked and hurt, and he didn t want that for her.
He d have to find her himself and break the news that she was indeed legally Mrs. Seth Blake.
* * *
Morgan s reality of being a small-business owner had returned. Her assistant manager, Michelle,
had kept everything running smoothly, but there were promotional opportunities for the store that
Morgan had to deal with. After two days, her family collectively got over the fact that she d taken a
cab home from the airport. She gave her friend Theresa a glowing review of the island, minus
everything that had transpired with Seth. She managed to successfully dodge Jason, not looking
forward to seeing him. She didn t love him and she suspected he didn t love her either, not in the way
that mattered. His male biological clock had begun ticking and she was the closest woman in the
vicinity.
 Hey Morgan, Michelle said as she peered between an empty spot in the bookcase.
 Yes?
 You never mentioned your vacation. Did you like the island?
 It was nice.
 Just nice? Michelle huffed.  For a person who hasn t been on a vacation in years I thought I d get
a better reaction than nice.
The door chimed, which meant they had a customer. In an effort to end the conversation with
Michelle about the vacation, Morgan scooted to the back room. She heard animated voices and
Michelle was becoming louder and almost purring like a kitten. Must be a male customer. Michelle
was an outrageous flirt, but Morgan couldn t blame her for wanting someone in her life. Michelle
even devised their latest promotion at the store speed dating for speed readers. The concept was
more than a little wonky, but she decided it didn t hurt that they d turned the small café area into a
dating venue on Friday nights, hopefully joining the hearts of fellow bookworms.
 Morgan, can you please come to the front? There s someone here to see you, Michelle said via
the intercom.
She sighed, hoping it wasn t one of her brothers complaining because she took a taxi home from the
airport. Good grief, were they ever going to let her grow up? Morgan pushed past the double doors
from the stockroom and walked, with heavy steps, to the front of the store. What she found was a
vision, standing quite handsomely in denim jeans that fit his body perfectly and a blue shirt. He may
have been out of his element but she would know that body anywhere. Seth.
 Hi Morgan.
 Hi. She beamed a bright smile, then it faded when she remembered his secret.
 Can we talk?
 I m not sure I want to talk to you, Mr. Blake.
Michelle chimed in.  Of course you want to talk to Seth Blake! We just got in a box of his
biography. I was going to unpack them today. Maybe you could do a book signing here! That would
help us out quite a bit.
 Michelle. Morgan cut her eyes at Michelle in an effort to silence her.  Mr. Blake is not welcome
here.
 Are you kidding me? We have the Golden Goose right here in our bookstore and we re not going
to ask him to lay one egg? No offense.
 None taken. He laughed.
 What do you want, Seth? Morgan said.
 Well, I was in the area and I thought it would be nice if I took my wife to lunch, he said with a
great big smile as he held up the marriage certificate.
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