CHAPTER TWENTY-NINEMorgan
Morgan tossed the new bouquet of flowers into the trash, just as she had with the first one. It was a shame, because they were pretty, but a few flowers weren’t going to fix this.
“What are you doing?” Katie asked, her eyes wide in question. “They are so pretty.”
Morgan shrugged. “I’m not a flowers kind of girl, sorry.”
“Are you ever going to let him explain?”
All she could do was shrug again. She was still hurting, and as far as she knew, there was no moratorium on a broken heart. “He wasn’t the man that I thought he was. He lied to me. No other explanation needed.”
“Girl, I adore you, but he is trying to explain things to you. And maybe he is just a dirty dog, but aren’t you at least going to hear him out?”
She didn’t want to hear him out. Listening to hi
