Page 19 of Easton Island: A Wedding to Remember

She hated to think that way, but again, Jason had taken something from Morgan, making her second guess her idea of what a marriage should be.

Wyatt had never hinted that a marriage proposal was imminent, although she knew he believed in it. His parents being the perfect example of a committed couple.

She pushed the thought aside and called Chester, who had scampered off to claim a piece of driftwood. He promptly carried it over and dropped it at her feet.

Morgan picked it up. “This one reminds me of an elf.” She turned it sideways. “I can see his pointy hat and pointy chin. Good job, buddy.”

They continued walking until reaching Easton Estate’s private beach area, where they turned around and backtracked home.

“C’mon, Chester.” Morgan called her pup, who had become preoccupied by a pile of leaves swirling around in the corner of the porch steps.

The sound of a car slowing caught her attention. It was Burnie with her grandmother behind the wheel.

“Watch out for Burnie.” Morgan scooped her pup up, keeping a tight grip on him as Elizabeth roared down the driveway and came to a screeching halt.

The door flew open, and her grandmother emerged. “Did you get my message?”

“Message?” Morgan plucked her phone from her pocket and noticed a new text. “No. Chester and I took a walk. Is everything okay?”

“I had an unusual visitor stop by the gallery a little while ago.”

“Does it have anything to do with Mr. Ryze?”

“No. It was Prissy. She told me what happened, how you gave her a ride home.”

“We’ve been so busy, I forgot to mention it. How is she feeling?”

“Much better. She went on and on about how kind you were to her, even after all she’s done to torture our family,” Elizabeth joked.

“I could never turn my back on someone in need, even Prissy.”

“Because you were raised properly. For the first time in many years, she and I had a civil conversation. I believe she’s realizing I’m not the enemy and never have been.”

“Did she mention Naomi Renaud?”

“No.” Elizabeth waved dismissively. “I’m not sure that woman will ever change.”

Morgan wasn’t sure she would either. Elizabeth’s nemesis, a woman who had once dated Garrett, her grandfather, was also somewhat of a thorn in the Easton family’s side. She took great pleasure in antagonizing not only the senior Easton, but Morgan, as well.

“I thought you should know helping Prissy left a huge impression on her, one she won’t soon forget.” Elizabeth shifted her purse to her other arm.

“Would you like to come in? I was getting ready to fix a cup of tea.”

“I hate to impose. I’m sure you have better things to do.”

“Nothing’s better than spending time with my grandmother.” Morgan linked arms with Elizabeth, and they casually strolled to the front steps. “I want to spend as much time with you as I can. Soon, you’ll be jetting back and forth between here and Toronto. I’ll need to make an appointment to see you.”

“You’ll never need to make an appointment. Easton Estate is as much your home as it is mine. You know that, Morgan.”

“I do. However, I think it’s important for you and Gerard to figure out your routine and plan activities that don’t revolve around friends and family.”

“We aren’t getting any younger. The clock is ticking. Despite my getting up there in years, don’t forget I have no intention of leaving this earth until I hold at least one great grandbaby in my arms.”

“How could I forget?” Morgan grinned. “You remind me at least once a month.”

Elizabeth’s eyes twinkled. “I should have a chat with that handsome young Wyatt and ask him what the holdup is.”

Morgan made a choking sound. “Please don’t. I would be mortified.”

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