Chapter 19

He’d called her depraved—and some other less flattering things that seared pain through her gut and a shame that boiled her temper every time she thought about it.

She’d thrown his ring back at him. He’d taken it and quit the show. They hadn’t spoken since.

And not for anything would she share a whisper of that with Jack.

“It just wasn’t working out,” she hedged.

“Why?”

“We…just didn’t get along as well as we thought.”

“You’re holding out on me,” he growled, grabbing her wrist.

Morgan jerked away from the electric heat of his touch. “That’s all you’re going to get. He left me, and I was happy to have him gone. As I’ve said, I doubt very much that he suddenly wants me back.”

“Until you tell me the truth, I can’t comment.” He crossed his arms over his chest.

“That’s all the truth you need.”

Jack’s thundercloud of an expression told Morgan he disagreed. “Time will tell.” He took a step back. “Who is your ‘friend’ in Houston?”