Chapter Five
SNATCHING HIS SPORTS coat off the front seat, Morgan tossed the keys to the valet as he slid out from behind the steering wheel. Slipping the coat over his shoulders, he entered what appeared to be some fancy crab house. Doesn’t this woman like barbecue? He just shook his head. She’s so damn formal. Everything’s a show. He couldn’t complain this time, however, since she was the one footing the bill. Tit for Tat.
Morgan walked through the doorway as a slender man, probably in his early twenties, held it open for him. Another young thing stood behind the podium, white shirt, hair pulled back in a tight ponytail making her face look too taut, and slick black slacks. Her smile, however, was genuine and ready to please. Too bad she could have been his daughter, he thought as he a
