Page 19 of Easton Island: Old-Fashioned Christmas
Morgan followed his gaze. “They’re so cute. Ever since Ronni caught the bouquet, it seems she and Jax have finally given up on their long-standing feud.”
“Maybe they’re realizing what we’ve known all along…that they’re perfect for each other.”
“I wouldn’t be surprised if Jax proposed,” she joked.
“Me neither.”
The song ended, and Morgan reluctantly pulled away. The tempo picked up, and a new wave of dancers hit the floor. Time flew by, and before she knew it, guests started gathering up their belongings and making their way over to the door.
Eleven o’clock rolled around, and Locke Pointe had cleared out. Only Quinn, Ronni, Tina and Wyatt remained.
“This was the best party ever.” Ronni let out a low groan, easing into an empty chair. “At the risk of tooting our own horn, we outdid ourselves.”
“We did.” Morgan plopped down next to Wyatt.
“Morgan showed me the pictures you took of Harlow and David Wynn to use for Locke Pointe promotions.”
“We can use all the help we can get during the long winter months,” Ronni said.
“Speaking of long winter months, the Easton Holdings offices will be closed for the holidays,” Quinn said. “Brett and I are thinking about sneaking off to spend a couple of days in the city before my parents get here.”
“Good for you,” Morgan said. “Brett hasn’t taken a vacation in a while now. He deserves a break.”
“I agree.” Quinn stifled a yawn. “I’m beat. I should head home. Esther is probably wondering what happened to me, plus I’m working an early shift tomorrow at the gallery.”
Morgan followed her friend to the door. “David Wynn sent Brett and me a copy of the Wynn Harbor Inn documentary. We’ll be watching it tomorrow night at Easton Estate.”
“I’ll be there. I can’t wait to see it.”
Ronni and Tina were close behind, and after a quick check to make sure the lights were off, Wyatt followed Morgan and Chester home in his Jeep.
He waited until she was safely inside before tooting the horn and speeding off.
“I don’t know about you, Chester, but I’m ready to hit the hay.” Morgan followed her pup into the kitchen. She filled his food and water dishes before traipsing to her room to get ready for bed. It had been a long day, but a good day, a great party, and she knew if her grandparents were still alive, she would have made them proud.
She swapped out her dress clothes for pajamas and padded back into the bedroom. Chester had already settled into his favorite spot, and as soon as her head hit the pillow, Morgan was out.
Her last thought as she drifted off to sleep was to wonder about her brother. He’d seemed distant…distracted. Concerned about his health, she made a mental note to track him down the following day to make sure everything was all right.
Chapter 8
Morgan strode into Easton Estate’s office and found her grandmother standing at the window, staring out.
Sensing her granddaughter’s presence, Elizabeth turned. “Hello, Morgan.”
“Hello, Grandmother.” She crossed the room and gave her a gentle hug. “The snow is pretty.”
“I do love a blanket of snowy white this time of the year, but come January I’m ready for it to taper off and spring to arrive.”
“Me too. It seems like winter drags on. I’m planning a trip to Florida. Would you and Gerard like to go with me?”
Elizabeth tilted her head. “Florida, the land of sunshine and palm trees. It sounds tempting.”
Morgan had impulsively thrown the offer out, but now that she thought about it, having her grandmother travel with her sounded like fun. “You would seriously consider it?”
“Sure. Why not? Gerard and I are free as birds now that Quinn and the other staff have taken over running the gallery. Brett can stay here and hold down the fort.”
“Speaking of Brett, do you have any idea why he called a last-minute family meeting?”
