Chapter 62

First, he had to earn her trust on a visceral level, teach her body that he would always put her care first. The bedroom was a good place to start breaking down her barriers. Once she’d surrendered, then they could talk. The rest would fall into place.

Knowledge, rightness, and a plan clicked into place in that moment, like the piece of a puzzle that had been hovering just out of reach.

Finally, he said, “I don’t need time to think about it. Take her clothes with you, Grand-pere. Don’t bring them out here again.”

Brice smiled wide, showing crooked white teeth against Cajun-dark skin. “Laizzez les bon temps roule!”

Oh, yeah. Let the good times roll…

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We will finish this later.

Jack’s vow rang through Morgan’s head as Brice charmed her through breakfast.

She chastised the older man for bringing her lingerie and nothing else. With dark eyes twinkling, he gave her a sanguine grin and a shrug, but wasn’t apologetic in the least.