Chapter 32

But one glance in Jack’s direction, and Morgan knew she was in trouble. He sent her a hard, hot glance that forced her to remember and promised more, much more, until she drowned in pleasure. A ravenous ache resounded in her gut, echoing between her legs, and she felt her nipples swell again.

Morgan bit her lip to hold in a gasp. Too bad she couldn’t contain the flush crawling up her cheeks.

Brice glanced away from Jack, over to her. A new smile danced at his mouth, moving the salt-and-pepper moustache above it. He looked mighty pleased. “Are you Catholic, Morgan?”

The question took her aback. “I—I was raised in the Church. Yes.”

Jack groaned. “Grand-pere, Morgan’s religion is none of our business.”

“Given enough time, it might be.” He slapped his knee and rose to his feet in a surprisingly spry move and handed her the bag with a Cheshire cat smile.

Wondering what the heck he meant by that comment, Morgan couldn’t escape the feeling the old man had pulle