What was it with men and booze?
And why did Morgan invariably find men who couldn’t stay away from the stuff so attractive? She should have learned her lesson by now! Morgan stormed across the grassy bailey, as angry with herself as with the highlander, jumbled memories crowding into her mind.
Matt with his insincere promises.
Matt laughing at yet another party, the consummate charmer even when he drank far too much.
Matt snoring in the car as Morgan—stone cold sober and deeply unhappy—drove home.
Again.
And again and again and again.
Then the final straw.
But Morgan would not think about it. The subject was closed. Old business. Nothing to do with her life anymore. That chapter was done and best forgotten.
What she should be thinking about was her new book.
Or more to the point,
