Page 22 of Easton Island: A Wedding to Remember

Elizabeth finished her tea and gathered her things. “I need to get going. The wedding planner is stopping by to discuss the final tent arrangements. I’m keeping my fingers crossed the weather holds and I won’t have hundreds of people packed inside the house like sardines.”

“It is a gamble this time of the year,” Morgan said. “It could be absolutely gorgeous—the end of an Indian summer, or it could be an early winter surprise.”

“Hopefully, the former and not the latter. I suppose we’ll make the best of it, no matter what Mother Nature throws our way.”

Chester, who had been napping under the table, scrambled to his feet when they began making their way out of the house.

“Thank you for letting me know about Brett. Like I said, I think Quinn will be okay as long as the ex is out of the picture.”

“Good. I would hate to see them split up over something that happened long ago.” Elizabeth opened the driver’s side door and set her purse inside. “I would invite you over for dinner, but it’s been a tiring couple of days. Gerard and I plan to turn in early tonight. He’s leaving first thing tomorrow morning.”

“I think I’ll make an early night of it too,” Morgan said. “I need to recuperate from the party.”

“It was fabulous.” She gave her granddaughter a gentle hug. “You are the most thoughtful person, Morgan Easton. Always thinking of others, including a person as difficult as Prissy.”

“The party was about making memories, Grandmother.” Morgan stood in the doorway long after Elizabeth drove off. Brett didn’t seem to have a lot of luck with the opposite sex. Although it didn’t help knowing there were women out there whose only goal in life was to find someone to take care of them.

Her brother was a good-looking guy. He had a thriving career, plenty of money, not to mention a swanky apartment in the city. Brett would continue to be sought after by women like Addison and Jenna.

Money, prestige, and power were double-edged swords, capable of bringing out the best…and worst in people.

Would Brett and Quinn eventually marry? It was possible. Right now, both seemed determined to take it slow, to get to know each other. And maybe Brett’s ex wasn’t a bad person. Maybe she had been desperate and saw him as her ticket out of Vegas and away from a dangerous job.

Morgan couldn’t even begin to envision what the woman’s life was…had been like to cause her to marry a stranger. Elizabeth seemed to think Addison was out of the picture forever. Maybe she was. Maybe she wasn’t.

People had a way of coming back into your life at the most inopportune moments. Hopefully, this wouldn’t be the case for Brett.

Chapter 10

“Did I catch you at a bad time?”

Morgan stifled a yawn and glanced at the kitchen clock. “I’m barely out of bed.”

“Lazy bones,” Quinn teased. “All the festivities have worn you out.”

“I guess so.” Morgan switched her cell phone to her other ear. “I was thinking about what to have for breakfast. It’s a toss-up between oatmeal and a bowl of raisin bran cereal.”

“Boring,” Quinn sing-songed. “I have a better idea. Why don’t you swing by a fast-food joint, grab a couple breakfast sandwiches and hash browns and meet me at the art gallery? I have something I want to show you.”

“What is it?”

“A surprise.”

“Fine. Give me a few minutes to get ready.” Morgan ended the call and made a beeline for the shower. She thought about her conversation with her grandmother and the shocking news about Brett having been married. Hopefully, he would confide in Quinn. Or maybe he didn’t think the time was right, that they weren’t far enough into their relationship where she needed to know, especially after she’d been wishy-washy about moving back to Easton Island.

Chester, who sat patiently waiting for Morgan to finish her shower, followed her to the bedroom closet.

“What should I wear? The weather is going to be a little chilly, but not too cold. Stretchy pants and a T-shirt, you say? What a great suggestion, Chester. I think I’ll go with that.”

Morgan made quick work of dressing. She ran a comb through her damp hair, deciding not to bother with makeup, and grabbed her purse.

Her pup, determined not to be left behind, was hot on her heels, down the steps and to the SUV. Because Looking Glass Cottage was near the center of the island and close to the Canadian side, it didn’t take long for them to reach Easton Harbor.

First things first. She grabbed the breakfast Quinn requested and took a side street shortcut to the downtown district.

Exiting the vehicle, Chester made a beeline for the gallery’s front door. They stepped inside and found Quinn standing behind the counter, beaming from ear to ear.

“I’ll have you know I was the last person at the drive-thru to get these egg, bacon and cheese sandwiches.” Morgan set the bag on the counter.

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