Chapter 10

“That doesn’t bother you?” Morgan couldn’t resist asking.

Her gaze strayed to the bedding, looking too rumpled to be caused by mere sleep. Morgan wondered if Jack had been here before meeting her—and why the thought bothered her.

“That Jack might fuck you?” She shrugged. “He’s not mine.”

Morgan frowned. Too weird. “Nothing’s going to happen between us. I have no intention of getting involved with Jack.”

“The road to hell is paved with good intentions,” Alyssa shot back with a throaty laugh.

Before Morgan could wade through her confusion and reply, the blonde switched topics again. “Let’s get your make-up on.”

Alyssa lifted a slender hand and took the straw hat and scarf from Morgan’s head.

A moment later, she began her cosmetics frenzy. A thick foundation coated Morgan’s face. Concealer came next, and Morgan hoped it would cover the worst of the damage wrought from missing so much sleep. Next came the bright rosy blush, the siren-red lipstick paint