CHAPTER 23
Charley finished bedding down the horses and stopped to watch Morgan. He sat on a log in front of the campfire. This past week, he’d been the most considerate man she’d ever known.
On their way home, Morgan had suggested they stay in the town of Cascade. The hotel hadn’t been anything near as luxurious or accommodating as the Grandon, but Morgan’s attentiveness, in and out of bed, made her feel just like his nickname for her—princess.
Charley smiled, thinking of their second morning in Cascade. Morgan had woken Charley to breakfast in bed. He’d fluffed her pillows, helped her sit up, and set a tray of bacon and eggs on her lap. She’d asked him where he’d gotten the food.
“I paid Mrs. Steele. She’s the owner of the Steele Store and Restaurant. She thought it was ‘romantic’,”
