"Morgan--"
"No, it's okay. You're not the only one with baggage. I’m a small-town homebody, and this definitely isn't the life I planned for either." Morgan rolled away, standing up on the opposite side of the bed.
"Morgan--"
"Ty, it's fine.” Morgan sighed and looked around. “I’m not tired anymore, and the storage facility isn't exactly Fort Knox. Let’s just go there now; the sooner we can get the rowena cube back in your hands, the better. I got a good look at the security keypad the first time we drove by, I'm sure I can rewire it to let us in." He pulled on his jacket and grabbed the car keys, looking at Ty with an expression of tired acceptance.
Ty's fingers itched to grab Morgan's face and pull it toward his own. He wanted the man's lips on his again, wanted to finish what they st
