Chapter Sixteen
“Is it the money? Because I’m sure I can find a grant.”
Morgan pressed the receiver to her ear as Simon Accolon spoke. “It’s not the money,” she said. “I’d do it for free.”
Simon chuckled on the other end. “Never say that. Women are still paid less than their value all across the world. You’ll take the whole gender back a step in the progress of the Women’s Movement. Why are you stepping back now, might I ask?”
Why indeed? Morgan could hardly bring herself to say it out loud. Because this guy who never showed interest in me is suddenly giving me the full courtly press and I kinda like it. Honestly, I really like it.
Morgan had never walked arm and arm with a man, other than her father of course. The memory of the heat radiating off of Arthur’s thick bicep, the burn of
