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MORGAN STOOD STARING down from the upper level of the widow"s walk as Gabe pulled up the next morning on his bike. Instinctively he looked up and saw her, and she gave a wave before hurrying down to meet him at the front door.
When she opened the door, he was standing there grinning, holding a bag of fresh bagels in front of them. The aroma made her stomach grumble, and she grabbed his hand and dragged him into the kitchen, where she already had the coffee brewed.
Gabe laughed at her antics but joined right in, and she opened the bag of bagels, spreading cream cheese on the first one she pulled out. He reached into the cupboard and grabbed a jar of peanut butter, his choice for the bagel. Then they each poured a cup of coffee, and Morgan led the way out to the courtyard garden.
