Chapter 30

She rose and tiptoed across the bedroom to peek around the corner. Jack stood there, cup of coffee in one hand, making toast with the other. And standing by the cracked headset with an annoyed expression.

“Jesus, Jack!” rasped a scratchy male voice. “Is sleeping in against your religion or did you just figure that if you’re up, everyone else should be, too?”

Morgan couldn’t help but overhear the conversation. It wasn’t as if he was trying to be quiet. Who in the heck was Jack talking to and why? And she had to agree with the other guy; why had he called at this early hour?

“I didn’t sleep at all last night, Deke. So whatever you got in the way of Z’s is way more than I got. Quit whining.”

“Have you turned vampire now?”

“Want to slit your wrists and make a donation to find out?”

“Oh, biting wit. You are cranky this morning. Get too little sex lately…or too much?”

Morgan felt the thick rush of embarrassment flood her skin. Please, please don’t