“Well as most of you know, our own Morgan is a bit of a closeted photographer herself.” She glances at Morgan.
“I swear I don’t know what you are doing working in the daily grind as an ambulance chaser when your talents lie elsewhere.” Helena smirks widely at Morgan, clearly trying to engage her in lively banter.
“Yes, my talents are definitely varied.” She looks at me, her head c****d to the side, a sly smile plays across her lips. She did it again that smile literally makes me weak in the knees. I feel like the character in a Bronte novel, how cliché that she has this effect on me! Morgan continues.
“And if by ambulance chaser you mean the person who got you a seven figure settlement from that trifling swindler you were married to then sure. Let’s go with that.” Morgan takes a sip of
