Page 36 of Love, Morgan

Her eyes went wide. “Well, yes, they were looking at me as we were talking, so I’m guessing they do.”

“No, you fool. Do they know who youare?”

“Oh. You mean do they know what I do?”

“Indeed.” I shook my head. Adorable and impossible.

She rolled her eyes, seemingly unperturbed by me, which I was glad of. I was right, she was plucky.

“No,” she sighed eventually. “I don’t think so. If they do, they didn’t bring it up.”

“Which they absolutely would.”

“Would they?”

I stared at her, at the confusion in her rich brown eyes. She had no idea, did she? “Yes. They would. It’s you.”

She sat up straighter, not looking at me. “If you say so.”

“I do.” I glanced around, looking for anyone who was watching her. “Maybe it is someone further afield. Anyone back home who’d send a mango on your behalf?”

She snorted. It was an adorable thing.

“Yes?” I prompted when she didn’t speak. I wasn’t going to force her to tell me anything, but I wished she would tell me everything.

“My dad, probably,” she said with a quick head tilt. “He’d undoubtedly think it was hilarious.”

“Okay, so he’s a suspect,” I said, adding him to my mental list.

She shook her head. “I haven’t spoken to him since I got here. He’s determined that I have a proper break and have fun, make friends…” She trailed off, her face twisting with whatever unpleasant thought passed through her mind.

“He wanted you to make friends?”

“Uh, yeah. Kind of.”

“Mm. So, he totally could have sent it in a bid to force us to talk to each other.”

“But he doesn’t even—oh. Actually, yeah, okay, maybe. Yeah, I suppose, theoretically, he could have done that. Was it addressed to you? He doesn’t even know you exist.”

“He should. I’m amazing.”

“You are,” she agreed easily, blushing as she did so.

I grinned. “It’s good that you know.”

She shook her head, amused but obviously shaking the moment off. “Was it addressed to you?”

“It was, but that’s not so unbelievable. I doubt your dad’s such a helicopter parent that he flew out here and sent the mango himself. He could have just asked a staff member to do it, and they wrote my name.”

Her brow creased and she glanced towards the main reception area. We couldn’t see it from where we were, but it was obvious what she was doing. “He’s not a helicopter parent at all…” she murmured.

Curious, but, if she hadn’t taken a break in years, I could imagine he was worried about her and looking to do anything he could to ensure she took a break and had a good time. Perhaps he’d noticed her working here just as I had and taken things into his own hands.

I was going to need to meet this man. The version of him in my head seemed awesome.

“What is it?” I asked when she continued to stare out towards reception.

“Oh, nothing, sorry. Just curious about what’s going on.” She leaned forwards on the table, looking at me again. “You said your friend Ripley told you to send an orange back, right?”

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