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“Actually, I do. I’ve driven past it a few times. It’s a lovely home.”

“I wanted space for my two dogs. They love being able to run around,” he said.

“What kind of dogs do you have?” She already imagined him with two large, protective breeds.

His grin lit his eyes, creating an irresistible pull of attraction within her. “A golden Lab named Sid, and a Dachshund named Caesar.” He chuckled. “They’re quite a pair. Keep me laughing.”

“I love dogs,” she said. “But I rent an apartment over a garage, and I’m not sure how that would work. Anything else I should know about? Family?”

“No, my wife died a few years ago, and the rest of my family is in Arizona.”

“I’m sorry to hear about your wife,” Morgan said. “Welcome to Ellenton. I think you’ll be happy both here in the office and on the farm.”

“Thanks,” he said and turned away as she left the office full of questions. At the mention of his wife, a deeply sad look had crossed Brad’s face. There was a story.

As Morgan was returning to the office carrying supplies, Rosalie rushed up to her. “I’m on my break and couldn’t wait to hear what you thought about our new partner.” She placed a hand on her hip. “Well?”

“He’s very nice, and I think he will be easy to work with. I’m happy for the opportunity,” Morgan said, careful not to give away too much.

“Hold on. That’s not what I meant. I mean, what do you think about him, his looks?” asked Rosalie.

“He’s truly a handsome man,” Morgan said primly. No way was she about to tell Rosalie that when she shook Brad’s hand, she’d almost dropped to the floor from the shocking electric sensation from his touch. She was putting aside that tidbit until she had time to place it in the right compartment of her mind.

Rosalie clasped her hands together and sighed. “Girl, he’s wasted on you. We’ll see how time treats him. There isn’t a woman in town who won’t wish for an excuse to spend time with him.” She leaned closer. “I understand his wife was murdered, and he hasn’t been serious about anyone since then.”

Morgan gaped at Rosalie. No wonder Brad had worn a look of such sadness.

“Gotta go,” said Rosalie. “Keep me informed.”

Morgan waved but said nothing. She’d wanted change in her life, and now it was happening.

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The next few days sped by as Morgan helped Brad get settled in the office and showed him how the law firm operated. She was also a source of information for him regarding the town. She was able to recommend various services and even directed him to a veterinarian who one of her friends used for her dogs.

As they worked together, Brad asked Morgan about her life, but he shared little about his own, except that he was enjoying the change in his surroundings.

One morning, he asked her for suggestions for a decorator. “I need to update my house. Nothing too wild.”

“I know just the person for you,” said Morgan. “I met her through my book club. She’s well-known in the area for being clever and not too expensive.”

“Thanks.” He paused to focus on her. “I appreciate all you’ve done to help me get settled. You seem to know a lot of people.”

“Truthfully, I’m a bit of a loner,” she admitted, “but I’m happy to help however I can.”

He continued to study her. “It’s sometimes difficult being on my own, but I’m not eager to get involved with anyone.”

Morgan drew a breath and then eased it out before saying, “I understand your wife was killed. I’m so sorry to hear that.”

His eyes turned more gray than blue. “It was a tragedy, something that should never have happened. It’s been over three years… ” his voice drifted away.

“I understand,” she said quietly as he turned and faced the window.

Without saying another word, she left the office.

CHAPTER THREE

Morgan was more than ready for her Saturday afternoon escape. She entered the bookstore with eager steps, waved to Jim behind the counter, ordered her decaf mocha at the café, and took it along with a new book to her spot.